Morning Attitude

This just in from Castle Headquarters:
Little Knight woke up with a few thoughts on his mind:
"I'm thirsty. . . .
"I'm thirsty AND I'm hungry." (thinking . . .)
"I'm thirsty, hungry, play-ey, but NOT work-ey!"

It's just a cute innocent way of saying, "I have needs, this morning, Mom, and I am really interested in getting to the fun stuff, but no chores, thank you. I'm not interested."

Potions in My Mouth

RLB "Do you know what?"
Me "What?"
RLB "I can make potions in my mouth."
Me "Huh?"
RLB: "I just put some carrots and potatoes and other things in and chew for a while till it all becomes smooth like liquid."

Do you have a CPR?

"Dad when will you borrow the CPR again?" We have been watching Star Wars and some of its lingo has rubbed off on Little Knight. So when we borrowed a VCR to watch some of our video tapes (including Star Wars) it was dubbed a CPR (C3P0 & VCR). :)

The Peanut Butter Cat

Well, coming home was quite the surprise. We had a new kind of animal on the farm, a "peanut-butter cat". The Queen had a deep cut on her finger for her gallant efforts of trying to cut a hole in the plastic 18-ounce peanut butter jar. She hoped to somehow free the cat from its new found hat. To me it was a laughing matter but the courtiers were close to tears because they believed this new creature would have to remain a peanut butter cat.

Our eldest acted quickly on inspiration to put oil on the cat's head around the opening. I put on my gauntlets (gloves) and then held onto the peanut butter jar. The cat did the rest. Pop! I wish I had taken a picture. =)

The Heater Tornado

Last night those of us who normally sleep upstairs "camped" out in the basement with the rest of the crew because of the severe thunderstorm and the tornado Watch our county was under. I am thinking to myself as I hear the excessive wind outside that I really don't know what a tornado sounds like--although I have heard explanations that it sounds like a locomotive. Well, to me a lot of the thunder rumblings outside sounded strong and powerful enough to qualify for a "tornado". So amid all the whooshing of the wind and beating of the rain upon our metal roof, I fell asleep. Around 1:00 a.m. our heater's motor kicked on and I jumped with a start! "Honey! I think. . . . . Oh, never mind, it's just the heater." :P

Am I still five?

The day after Benjamin turned five he woke up and wondered out loud, "Am I still five?" He had waited so long, it seemed, to be five that it might not still be true. . . "Yes, dear, you are still five."

I'm pretending Mom's the boss.

Benj, "Mom, can I have one of these crackers? (The small, square, crackers which come with 'peanut butter' or 'cheese' in small packs, which we get on special occasions.)
Dad answers, "No, you can have a regular (saltine) cracker."
"I am not asking you Dad. I am asking Mom."
"But I am the 'boss' Benjamin."
"Well, I am pretending Mom's the boss right now. . ."
"Oh."