STELLA: "I wish I was still in preschool."KIDS: "Me too!"
MASON: "Then we could just do fun things and not boring things."
KIDS: . . . all come up with great reasons to still be in preschool . . .
RACHEL: "Yah, and you can still slurp!"
MASON: "Do you want to hold my jumping spider or my black widow?"
MASON: "I have a pet tarantula. Seriously."
STELLA: "No you don't."
MASON: "Yah-huh. Seriously. I do. It's in my room."
STELLA: "I'm going to ask your Mom."
MASON: "She doesn't know yet."
MICHAEL: "Hey Stella's Mom. Can I tell you sumpin? My head is stronger than my fist."
RACHEL: her response to almost ANY story someone is telling is a very annoyed, "WE KNOW!"
Malcolm cried pretty much every time I pick up the kids from school . . . the entire ride there and back. Michael's wheels were turning for weeks before he finally figured it out:
MICHAEL: "Hey Stella's Mom. Maybe you should give him a nap."
MASON: "Hey guys, guess what. My Dad and I killed a grizzly bear with a BB gun."
RACHEL: "We know!"
MICHAEL: "You did?"
STELLA: "No you didn't."
MASON: "Yes sir, seriously, my Dad has a BB gun."
RACHEL: "We know! Everyone's dad has a BB gun."
. . . we saw a blimp in the sky on the way home from school one day . . .
MASON: "I rode in one of those once. I actually almost fell out of it. Actually, I did fall out of it when I was 2-years-old."
