NapjunkieMom

Robert and Jon were playing Hot Wheels and having some serious tough guy talk. Robert: "Okay, where's my friend?" Jon: "You need to give me money before I tell you" Robert: "I need to know where he is..." Jon: "He's at the goofy fashion store." Robert, kind of perplexed: "What's he doing at the goofy fashion store?" Jon: "Getting goofy fashions like the rest of us."

Robert was spending an especially long time finding himself a snack and there was much rustling of wrappers. I finally had to go see what he was getting. He had taken out the candied ginger. I told him he could have a little bit if he wanted. He said, "Oh, I already had a little bit." "Okay, so where's the rest of it?" Back in the bag, of course. Yuck.

"I need candy to live!" "Don't take away my pillow! I need my beauty sleep." "We're faster than a donut."

For some reason, Robert was saying, "Are you dead yet, Charlie Brown?" What a morbid little fellow.

Jon and Robert were playing with Hot Wheels, and I heard Jon say "I'm my own grandpa."

I was trying to get the kids excited about Easter dinner, so I recited all of the things we were going to have: "Ham, deviled eggs, potato salad, cherry fluff, and carrot cake." Jon said "How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some chips?"

Jon created a new game: ChaCha Dance Wall Race, which is pretty much like it sounds. You cha cha while running into the wall and racing at the same time.