What the fly on the wall heard

Hey everybody! I have another somewhat funny thing that was said in our house today…

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(Sounds of Mckayla crying around the table)

(me) “Gracie, what happened?”

“Mckayla was trying to get up in my chair.” (Gracie)

(me) “Did you push her?”

(Gracie) “Yeah, but I’m okay.”

(Oh good. That was my concern all along.)

What the fly on the wall heard

Welcome to “What the fly on the wall heard”! This is where I keep track of all the silly things said around here as we go through our life with four girls five and under.

Sophia quickly shoved a bunch of newly picked grass in my hand so she could run down the sidewalk as we were on our way home from playing outside, “Mom, can you hold these for me? It’s my fresh garlic!”

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This afternoon at lunch, Paul and I were conversing about ranching life, how it’s dusk to dawn, day in and day out; how there’s so much work to be done; how it must help people to avoid the pitfalls of idleness to be so busy…

Sophia chimed in (with very excited tones), “And because they live on a farm, they don’t even have to stop to eat breakfast if they’re really busy; they can just go to work, grab one of the animals, kill it and eat it!!”

Gracie had a little something to add, “And they probably get a kitty-cat, and they’d kill it and eat it, and then put it inside the fence. And that makes perfect sense.”

I’m not lying! That’s what she said!

So just to review, they’d kill a cat, eat it, and put it inside a fence. All that would make perfect sense.

Got that?

What the fly on the wall heard

Oh boy, was it a good week for funny things said around here! I started these posts so I could remember the silly and ridiculous things that come out of our mouths. This week there’s even a guest appearance from one of Paul’s sixth grade students!

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First up…

Sophia leans over to Hope at the dinner table, “I want to tell ya somethin’…” she says excitedly.

Hope leans over to listen.

“Have to wait ’til next year!”

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“Hope, while you’re supposed to be picking up toys is not a good time to pretend that you’re blind.” (me; and thank you Helen Keller book)

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Paul was having a conversation with some of his middle school students regarding middle school smells. = ) I guess one of the guys started feeling a little in the hot seat so he blurted out, “Hey! I put deodorant on yesterday!”

It got better.

Later he defended himself, “Hey, cologne covers a multitude of scents.”

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And… in my opinion, one of the funniest things I’ve heard around here in a long time.

To set it up, I have to give you a little background. We have this Curious George book about writing thank-you notes. On the back of the book, it shows how to pronounce “thank you” in several languages. The girls learned “Merci!” and get a great kick out of using it on me every now and then. We have said several times that I need to learn how to say “Your welcome” in French so I can respond to them.

All that to say, we were sitting at dinner one night (just the girls and I) and Sophia asked how to say “eye” in French. (Sometimes we get a little bored and crazy after being in the house all day together without Paul)

My computer happened to be on in the kitchen so I said, “I’ll go check for you.”

I googled it and listened to the pronunciation several times. Apparently, I don’t have an ear for the French language. To me, it sounded like, “Oh-ay?” “Oh-i?”

I told Sophia as best as I could and all the girls said it several times.

We finished dinner and I was just clearing the table when I saw Sophia go up to Hope and say, “Oh-ay!”

Hope’s response made me laugh out loud.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t understand you, I’m English.”

Seriously?

Then Sophia proceeded to follow her around the table pointing at her eye, blinking, and saying, “Oh-ay? Oh-ay? Oh-ay?”

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The next night, the girls were repeating the aforementioned joke because they knew it made me laugh.

Hope had just finished saying, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t understand you, I’m English,” when Gracie chimed in…

“I can’t stand you, ma’am! I’m anguish!”

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Ohhhh, I love living with little kids! First-class entertainment.

It’s a bracket party! (and what the fly on the wall heard)

Well, March Madness is big stuff around here. According to Paul, “It’s Christmas for me!”

So we have had a blast educating the girls about this tradition. Here are some of the funnier things they’ve said, or (mis)said. = )

Gracie pointing to the cheerleaders, “There’s the cher-ries!”

Sophia, who’s picked Florida Gulf Coast to go quite far, “I’m going for Florida Ghost Town!”

Mckayla, while watching the computer screen, “Go! Go! Go!” (not sure where she learned this one) = )

Gracie, when she thought Duke should be doing better, “Duke you have to be better! I want you to Come On!”

Hope, upon finding out that both of her championship teams had already lost, “It’s okay, it’s just a game.”

Gracie, “I wh-eally love popcorn! Boo-ha!”

(The key to keeping four little girls interested in basketball games is POPCORN!) = )

Actually, they barely see a whole game a day. With Paul at work, they maybe catch a few minutes before bath time; but man, can they put down the popcorn!

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We had such fun helping the girls fill out their brackets. It was a big deal, complete with popcorn (Boo-ha!) and fruit punch (a very rare treat).

Paul would ask the girls match by match and I would write down their choices. Hope understands now about higher seeds and lower seeds, so it was pretty cute to see her ask Paul, “Who is the lower number?” Sophia and Gracie pretty much pick whatever team you say second. Except for Duke; they always chose Duke. = )

After the first day, Gracie was close to the top of our extended family’s bracket contest. Yay! We won’t talk about where the rest of us were.

Here are the pictures of our bracket party:

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Serious business
Serious business
Remember, she wh-eally loves popcorn. Boo-ha!
Remember, she wh-eally loves popcorn. Boo-ha!
Mckayla's favorite place to be
Mckayla’s favorite place to be

A lovely weekend to all.

What the fly on the wall heard, week 3

“Mommy! I haven’t wiggled at all yet!” (Sophia whispered loudly three-quarters of the way through Sunday’s sermon)

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All the girls learned to say “Yeah” as their first positive response; and we were thrilled with that… when they were babies. However, lately I’ve been realizing that that is still their initial response and wanted to bring it from a “yeah” or “yep” to a “yes” or “yes, ma’am.” So I told the older three girls what I expected and then we played a little game where I would ask them a yes or no question, and they would have to reply correctly. Of course Hope answered with precision. Gracie got mixed up between sir and ma’am, and Sophia…

“Sophia, are you two?”

“No, ma’am!”

“Sophia, are you four?”

“Yes, ma’am!!!”

“Sophia, do you like pickles?”

“Yes, mammy-sir!!!!!”

“Sophia, is it dark outside?”

“No, mammy-sir-ee-b0b!!!!!!!!”

And then we stopped.

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(Gracie to me) “What’s your name?”

“Mommy.”

“But you call yourself Christie.”

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(Mckayla, every time Paul walks in the door) “Daaaaaa-deeeeee!”

What the fly on the wall heard, week 2

This just in from Sophia

“We’re hiding from poisonous snakes. They have guns.”

(I say) “Poisonous snakes don’t have guns.”

“These ones do,” she insists, “They’re right in their brain!” (pointing to right eye)

She continues, “And when they want to shoot, they just raise up their tail, and it hits the gun, and shoots! Even if you’re far away.”

Wow.

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(Gracie) “Mommy, what is ba-ba-jo-ja?”

“I have no idea.” (Mommy)

What the fly on the wall heard

For a long time I have wanted to have a place where I could write down all the ridiculous things that are said in our house on any given day. My sister gets a great kick out of some of the things she overhears during our phone conversations. We’ll see if I can remember to record them as they come.

For today, here is your first edition of What the fly on the wall heard:

“Can you please get me that can of chickpeas that you put up on the piano, Sophia?” (Christie)

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(Hope, teaching kindergarten to Sophia and Gracie; just after she taught them how to spell “owl”) “And the way you spell ‘ouch’ is O-W-L-T-H.”

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(Gracie, on the way home from getting vaccines) “I’m going to tell Daddy the doctuhs huht me!”

Hope you enjoy! Have a lovely weekend.