Questionable work ethic

Me: Grace, please go clean up your room.
Grace: If only half of my room is dirty, do I really have to clean the whole thing or can I just clean that half?

Not sure if she's learning the art of negotiation or if she's just lazy!

"Little House" with the big garden

Grace and I have been reading the Laura Ingalls Wilder series lately, and Grace likes to apply bits of pioneer life to our own life. So today, we "stored up for the long, cold winter ahead."

Jason picked one of our three rows of carrots yesterday. Grace and I prepared about half of what he picked for freezing.

We got four bags of carrots to use in soups this winter!

And while Mom was busy cooking, the kids kept themselves entertained!

The daily grind

I was vacuuming before taking G to school the other day, when she asked why. I said it was so I could fold the laundry while she was gone, and I needed the floor clean so the clothes didn't get full of dog hair. She looked at me point blank and said: "You fold laundry every day. You really should get a new hobby."

Yes, dear, that or a maid!

Double dose of cute

Grace followed Jason around the house today asking question after question. When he asked her why she had so many questions, she replied, "I have a lot of things I don't know."

Later, Grace decided she wanted to shower, like a big girl, instead of bathe. I opened the shower doors for her to get in. And a minute later, they opened back up and out she came, explaining, "I can't go in there; it's too wet in there."

A bright future

Today after dropping off our recycling, I thanked the kids for helping. Grace replied: "Sure thing, Mom. Recycling is important. If we don't save the earth, there will be no place to have birthday parties."

Party on, fellow recyclers. Party on.

Deep thoughts with Grace

During lunch today:

G: I keep my memories in my brain. Where do you keep yours?

In my blog, dear, in my blog.

Back at it

It's been a while since we've had a good quip around here. But this morning, as Jason was seasoning our brisket for dinner and Grace was "supervising", she told him:

"You'd better wash your hands, Dad. If you don't wash them, you'll throw up."

Probable I suppose.