Out of the mouths of babes...

Whenever Parker gets out of the tub and has wrinkled fingers, he holds them up and says...
"Look, I got pawprints".

This morning, he wanted to wear a certain sweater. I told him no, that I had already picked out a brown/tan/light blue one that was exactly like all three brothers were wearing. He thought for a minute. Then he said, "that's cool. I can match them. Matchin's cool".

Yesterday, Kev went to walmart with Jay, Mag and Parker to get some groceries before the snow began to come down hard. By the time they were out of there, a few inches had fallen. On the way home, apparently, they slid a bit near home. Kev didn't mention it, but the kids did. This morning, I was staying home and we gave the kids the option of going to church or staying home with me. Parker opted for going to church and a sibling asked him why he made that choice. He replied, "I want to go so I can go on a snow ride in the bus." I asked him what that meant and he said, "a snow ride means we hit train tracks and go bump bump and then we sliiiiiiiiiiddddeee a little and say 'woo hoo!'"