*Here's a few Carsonisms from just the last 24 hours. We read a book called Tumble Bumble--some of you have it. We were reading it, the kids and I, and Carson asked why the pig had a name and none of the other characters did. I said I don't think he had a name. "Yes he does," said Carson. "It's NOAH VAIL." I stifled a giggle and told him, actually the sentence said that after they stepped on his tail, "They apologized to NO AVAIL." It took several synonyms and my best preschool thesaurus brains to explain that one.
Then this morning we were watching Toy Story 2 (we've been on a kick lately, and I know this might be controversial, but I like 2 better than 3. It's funnier and has more light-heartedness. But I digress...). The toys see a sign on the store and he asked me what it said. I told him it said "Sorry, we're CLOSED." His response: "Why are they sorry?"
*I cannot get into a great amount of detail about THIS little red-headed angel and her behavior this week, or my blood-pressure will go up again. Let's just say, she's TWO and she's testing. And testing. And testing some more. And her mood swings give me whiplash. And gray hairs. One minute she is utterly detesting my authority and expressing her rebellion with every ounce of her 26 pounds and 99 decibels, and the next moment she can't stand not to be touching me, is literally clinging to my legs, crying "Hold me! Mama, hold me! Hold me! Hold me! Hold me!" I'm not gonna lie. I had to have a glass of wine last night to calm my nerves after the day she gave me. But I tell you what. It's a good thing she is so stinking cute: