Bill Cosby Would Approve

So, the Boy did come and help out with the kids, and might even babysit them on his own next week (!), so my ovaries are bursting and his life is saved.

Other than his good behaviour, here are some gems from the night:

B.: (as I'm quickly changing into shorts) You know, my mummy wears big underwear. WAY BIG underwear.

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W.: You remember that game we were playing before? Baseball?

Me: Yeah, I know it.

W.: (100% seriously, adorably earnest) I have this new idea for it, to make it more fun. When we throw the ball, let's hit it with a bat!

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And some accidental (?) wisdom:

W.: (at breakfast this morning, discussing someone they know who grew up in Northern Ireland) But wait! Why were Irish people fighting Ireland? (smacks his forehead in disbelief) That's just stupid!

B.: It costs $10 an item to ship any American Girl stuff here. And I just wanted to buy the $7 special brush, but then Mummy and I decided that wasn't the best idea.


Added on to that is B.'s alarming but hilarious newly acquired pre-teen (!) reflex of rolling her eyes, blushing, and going "Yeah, okay, whatever, so anyway..." all at once. Ah, the joys ahead...

Ovarially yours,
Jordan