At the breakfast table:
Mom: Amie, forks are for food and your mouth, not chairs and floors.
Amie: My pleasure!
Amie: Mom, you're the best!!
Dad: Amie, I think it's Pluto.
Amie: No, it's Pooh-toe!
Dad: Cutie miss!
Lisie: Cutie dad!
(To 2 naughty girls avoiding bedtime.)
Mom: If you two can't stop, we're going straight to bed now, no matter how early it is.
(Looks at the clock to find it is exactly time to get ready for bed anyway.... good one, mom.)
Amie has developed a little habit where she speaks silly, for example says "sh" in place of "s." After an especially snuggly/lovie morning, Amie says, "Mom, you're the B!@#%!" Or best. But Jeff and I both heard the first!
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