Tonight the big boys are gone with DH to retrieve the canning supplies from the old house. It left one very exhausted #5 (who went to be at 6:30), #6 who was still eating (what a chowhound!) and #4 with Aubrey and myself. (Jon and Aubrey are here for a visit.) We made cookies. He got to hold the blender. Add all the ingredients. Sit on the counter. Mix. Eat cookie dough. We finish and I asked him to go to bed. He just got up and went. (Holy Smokes! no crying, screaming, arguing!) About 45 minutes later he comes down and asks for a drink. After his drink he asks if he can sleep on the couch because the big boys will come home and talk. "And dey keep me awake mom." So, I offered up my bed. The offer is readily accepted. I nurse the baby, put her to bed and then start this conversation:
Me: Who loves you?
#4: Da cats!
Me: Oh, you are sure right on that one! Who else loves you?
#4: People who make candy.
Me: You are right again. Who else loves you?
#4: Heavenwy Fadda and Jesus. Dey wuv me. And dey have piwwowfights up in heaven. (he is saying this very seriously)
Me: (giggling) Really?
#4: Yep. I fink dey want us to hab a piwwowfight.
Me: I don't think so. Do they watch us?
#4: No. I don't fink so. I don't see no eyeballs. See? (and he points to the ceiling) No eyebawws dere.
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