One way ticket, please

Tonight, RC was running around the house. Corin was trying to follow her. She lapped him. She pushed him out of the way in the living room and he fell over. She tripped over the threshold, slid on something and ended up hurting her foot/ankle - nothing severe, but you'd think it was the end of the world.

Chrys: That's God's way of telling you not to run over your brother.
RC (whining): Ohhhh, Goooood.

Yeah, Chrys just bought his ticket.

Easter candy

R: Distraught. "Mommy, where are my beaks?"
M: Not understanding the last word. "Your what?"
R: "Where are my beeeeeeeaaaaakkkkkksssss?"
M: "Your beats?"
R: Getting frustrated "My beaKs."
M: "Your beaks?"
R: "Yes"
M: "What are beaks?"
R: Points at the half wall between the kitchen and the dinette where her Easter candy had been. "My BEAKS."
M: "Oh, your Peeps?"
R: "My peats?"
M: "PeePs"
R: sighs "Peeps. Where are my Peeps?"
M: "Daddy ate them. You watched him eat them."
R: Starting to cry. "But I wanted them."

At that point, Chrys started explaining that they had been there for a long time, they were getting hard, she hadn't eaten one of them. Yeah, didn't matter. She was pissed.

The "write" sentiment

She walked up to me very excited.

R: "Mommy, I wroted dem happy birfdays."
M: "What?"

She waves something at me and speaks very slowly.

R: "I. wroted. dem. happy. birfdays."
M: "You wrote happy birthday to whom?"

Hands me the checkbook for my dad's estate account.

R: "Dem"

I flip through it. Her "writing" (read as, wavy lines that approximate written text) covers many of the checks. I sigh.

M: "It's beautiful, darling. Where did you find this?"

She points at the table.

M: "Please tell me next time you want to write in something that isn't yours." Because that's going to matter... Damn, I wish she wasn't so cute.

Just what I need

On our way home from San Antonio last weekend, we stopped at Starbucks because the traffic sucked, Corin was cranky and I was thirsty.

I got a decaf something. RC came up and asked for a sip. She got one.

She runs away. She runs back up to me. "I like caffeine!" She runs off again. She runs back. "Ryanne, there's no caffeine in my drink." She looks disappointed. "I love chocolate!" She runs off again, laughing like a mad woman.