We were a little late getting dinner one night, which was fancy sandwiches. Sweetheart's had been under the broiler to melt the cheese and then we put it in the fridge to cool down. She was hungry and frustrated and said in a whiny voice, "What can we do? I don't have a sandwich to eat, see?" She put up her hands like she was holding a sandwich and pretended to take a bite, even making a munching noise. And then she dissolved into a puddle of frustrated tears.
Lately we have been talking about modesty. I figure that I would rather teach my girls these things while they is small than try to explain to them when they are teenagers why I don't want her wearing a bikini any more. One day I got Princess out of her crib after a nap and her pant leg was riding up a little bit. Sweetheart came running over and said, "Oh, no! Mommy, her leg is not modest!"
We were at a friend's Eagle Scout Court of Honor, and because Marquis is one of the leaders he was wearing his scout shirt. Sweetheart saw him and said, "Daddy, who are you?"
We had stake conference recently and so were at a church that we don't usually go to. As we were walking in the halls to go the bathroom (for about the 20th time) Sweetheart pointed in the Primary room (where the kids meet) and said, "That's where we go to talk to God. And also to have Sharing Time."
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