Macy was reading a story and the word fragile was in it.
Me: Macy, do you know what fragile means?
Macy: Yes. Like girls. Girls are fragile.
At chick-fil-a the girls (especially Brooke) is always looking for the little dinner mints. One morning I took her out to breakfast after dropping the girls off at school. She made sure to grab 5 mints for everyone in the family. We kept them in my purse until after school. Later that morning I noticed that she was eating a mint and asked her about it. She said "it's Kayla's mint. Don't tell her!". She knows where Kayla stashes her mints in the car and she took one from the stash so she would still have hers to eat later. That afternoon we picked the girls up from school and as soon as they got in the car Brooke asked for the mints in my purse to give to her sisters.
This little stinker has figured out how to make herself some popcorn. She shocked me one day while I was teaching. She had gone in the pantry, opened the bag, moved the stool so she could reach the microwave, put the bag in and pushed the popcorn button. She was so proud of herself. The popcorn may have to find it's way back to a higher shelf in the pantry again.
Brooke got hit with a toy in Sunday School. It hit her in the nose, but she was fine. I was trying to figure out what happened. Usually she is very good about the details.
Me: Brooke, did someone throw a toy at you.
B: No
Me: Did you throw a toy at yourself?
B: Brooke wouldn't throw a toy at herself, silly!
Me: Brooke, did someone throw a toy at you.
B: No
Me: Did you throw a toy at yourself?
B: Brooke wouldn't throw a toy at herself, silly!































