Snow Bunnies!
Alayna, Lilly, Noelle, Ainsley, Jacob, Jayden
Ainsley, 4 y.o. quiet soft-spoken, petite
"Can I have a coloring paper?"
"Sure," I say, "what do you want, kitten, dog, rainbow?
"I want a butterfly."
"Okay," I respond, "I'll print you off a butterfly."
Then she changes her mind and I have to use my grandma-spidey-senses to decipher this one.
"I actually wanna color a lunacorn"
Lunacorn, that's funny, that made me laugh out loud knowing she meant unicorn.
Noelle, 6 y.o. loud, look at me-bouncy-kind of girl
"I wanna sit next to my chair twin."
"What?" I asked not understanding this new noun.
"My chair twin," she insists and points to a chair next to Jacob.
She and Jacob are the same age, cousins, and the two conspire getting into mischief.
"What do you mean "sit by your chair twin"? I asked.
"Remember. Jacob. When we were called Chair Twins and we frew rocks in the pond."
"Oh, when you handed him rocks and he threw them into the water fountain and his mother called you two the
TERROR Twins!"
"Yah. Chair twins."
Jayden, 10 y.o. the oldest, made to be the most responsible
Valentine's Day, temperatures up in the 40's no wind, snow melting, nice day.
"We want to ride bikes," said Jayden. And 5 other sets of big brown eyes, and big ears, cousins, gather around him to discern the answer. They want bikes, too.
"I don't care. You know the rules, right? What are they?
"No crashing the bicycle, don't go on the road, and don't run over Alayna."
I busted a gut over that last one; there's got to be a story behind it.
"Don't run over Alayna."
Jayden, 10 y.o. the oldest, the most responsible
Jayden rode home with me after everyone ate at Panera Bread. Everybody had been treated to a cookie; he dreamed of a cup of coffee and a cookie.
I agreed, "When we get home you can make us a pot of coffee and we'll sit down and dunk our cookies."
He asked, "And watch Alf, too."
"Yep." I acquiesced. I showed him where all the fixin's were for the coffee.
"And creamer, too?" He couldn't stop the conversating.
But the little stinker couldn't help himself in another area, as well.
"Yes," and then I asked, "Where's your cookie?"
I knew he'd nibbled on it in the car but the atrocity must've occurred when I stepped out of the car to get the mail.
He replied with a cheeky grin and twinkling eyes, the little booger,
"Oh, I ate it in the car."
