Wait...Where Are We?

While in Arizona for Tami's wedding, we stayed with my sister, Tiffany and her husband, Chad. While saying family prayer one of the nights, Nathan got a little confused:

"Please bless Jon and Kristie for letting us stay with them.......um"

Then whispered to me, "Whose house are we at?"

We barely made it to the Amen before the explosion of laughter. Jon and Kristie, Nathan sure loves you!

Our Independent Taylor

We were at my sister's wedding reception. Taylor had been asked to temporarily sit at the guest sign-in table and guard the cards with money in them. We didn't think a 7-year-old was the wisest choice to greet the guests, so we asked him to come away from the table with us. He adamantly refused. In frustration, Matt asked him, "Who is is charge here?"

Taylor emphatically responded, "I AM!"

(Remember that Safety Kids song called I'm in Charge of Me? It's been running through my mind ever since.)

Geico

We were meeting our friends at a restaurant in Mesa called The Gecko Grill. Taylor pipes up from the back seat: "Where is Geico?"

(By the way, we HIGHLY recommend The Gecko Grill. I just know it's one of those things I'll crave when I'm pregnant, and I live 600-something miles away!)

If I Only Had a Brain!

Nathan was in trouble for messing with our camera. I sent him to time out and told him to think about what he did and why it was wrong.

The next thing I heard was, "I'm not going to think again! Not FOREVER and EVER!"

Mmmmm....

I was telling Nathan what I am going to make for dinner tonight. I told him I was making Patty's Pasta and Italian sausage. He asked what kind of pasta, and I told him I was using elbow macaroni. He got a worried look on his face and asked, "Do they have elbows in them?

My Little Fly Swatter

For the last few days, we have been plagued by an unusually large fly. It was so big that when it flew, it sounded like a bee buzzing in the house. It landed on the couch this morning and Alex tried to grab it, and I freaked out and scared her. Oops.

Then this afternoon I was upstairs ironing and Nathan came up and told me the fly was bugging him. I reminded him that he and his brother had thrown the fly swatter in the rain gutter outside a couple weeks ago, so we just had to wait for it to die. He wanted to squish it with a shoe, but I told him that he could NOT go around the house swinging a shoe around trying to kill it. I could just envision broken glass everywhere and the screen of the DSL TV smashed in. He agreed and wandered off, and I continued to iron without another thought about it.

When I finished ironing, I came downstairs and found Nathan in the kitchen. He proudly declared, "I killed the fly!" I inquired how, hoping he'd listened and didn't use a shoe.

"I flushed him down the toilet!" Nathan said.

"Wow, how did you catch it?"

"With a napkin," he says in his typical matter-of-fact way.

I was about to tell him he was pretty brave, when he said, "He was so scared. It was sure a bad day for that fly!" Then he thought for a second and said, "But it's a good day for us!"

Interesting Excuse

Taylor alerted us that a lamp in the living room wouldn't turn on. Sure enough, it wouldn't. It has had a CFL lightbulb in it for only a few months, so we were perplexed that it had gone out already. Until we looked, and the lightbulb was completely gone! We called Nathan in, who immediately produced it from behind one of the couch cushions. We told him that CFLs aren't like regular bulbs and can be very dangerous, and that he should never touch them. We then asked why he took it out, and he said, "Because I'm the lightbulb-stealer!" Where does he come up with these things?