December:
— Chase: “I want to marry you, Mommy.” Me: “But you can’t because Daddy already married me.” Chase: “Well I am going to marry somebody special.”
— “I am SO busy.”
— “What’s THAT cute shirt, Mommy?” (I had changed into a teal shirt at bed time)
— Me: “You’re a good boy.” Chase: “You’re a good girl.”
— Chase: “I’m big and flat.” Me: “Why are you flat?” Chase: Because I eat too much candy.”
— (after nearly biffing it) “That was AWESOME!”
January:
— “I’m gonna give you a saudge.” (and he started massaging my shoulders)
— (somberly) “Sorry mom. I keep arguing.”
— “It’s so beeeeeeautiful! Lightning McQueen likes Sally!”
— “I have a tummyache. I think Daddy said it’s from the gum I swallowed yesterday.” (he really had stolen gum from my purse the day before and swallowed it before we could get it out of his mouth, and Pace told him he’d get a tummyache.)
— (I was cleaning the kitchen sink and Chase walked in) “What the HECK is going on over there?!?”