Using her words

Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes, not so much. Mikayla has been quite quite quote-worthy in the last couple days though.

"Mama, can I have more cake?" "No, not now."

Maybe 15 minutes later, she's eating cake and my brother asks her if her Mama said she could. "No, but earlier she said 'not now." You just really can't argue with that logic.

After an 8 hour car ride, she wants more cake. I say no. I find red velvet cake crumbs scattered on the floor right below the counter where my plate of cake sits. I tell her she has now had her cake, and won't get any tomorrow when Aaric and I get some. "You won't remember!" she yells. HA! If there's anything that I'd remember, it's telling my kid that she can't eat MY cake. I'm protective of my sugary treats. Of course, today she claims that I'm making all that up, it never happened.

She also told me last night that she was very frustrated with me. I'd done something to offend her, I'm not sure what. Most of the evening is a haze - we got in at 10 and unloaded and unpacked and put kid-sized table and chairs together until we finally went to bed at 2 am. All I know for sure is that I told her she wouldn't get cake.

Then she was in time out and declared, "I am M-A-D at you!" Aaric said, "Hey, that's good spelling Mikayla!"

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During the drive home, I asked them how they enjoyed their visit to GA. We were there for 2 weeks. In part, I was hoping to help them come up with a summary of the trip so they'd have something prepared for sharing time in class. I started by asking what their favorite part of the trip was. I expected answers like, "playing with cousins," or maybe "opening presents," or "going to The Nutcracker." But no, Aaric says, "Well, it may not have happened THIS trip, but my favorite part is the gift of Jesus." Mikayla's favorite part was playing with Annalisa. So, then I try gifts. What was their favorite gift? Mikayla says her Bible, and Aaric says, the gift of Jesus. At that point, I start wondering just what they've done that they're trying to compensate for. They're obviously trying to avoid being struck down, right?

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So, yeah, I put together a table and chairs set last night. THAT was fun. First off, the box has lots of those big flat pieces of styrofoam. You know that scene in "Elf" where he's greedily grabbing the chewing gum off of the street and cramming it in his mouth. That was Xander with the styrofoam. Grab a piece break it off, stuff it in. Mama turns and says, "Ew! No Xander! Yucky! Spit it out, give it to Mama!" He laughs, spits it out and reaches down for more. All while I'm using that stupid little allen wrench to tighten the bolts on a chair. Over and over and over. So I get down his little cannister of puffs (those Gerber star shaped things) and tell Mikayla to feed him those. He dumps a ton of them on the floor and gobbles them up, then goes back to styrofoam. I take all of the styrofoam to the trash, other than the tiny little pieces covering the floor. He keeps going to the trash, digging for more of it. When he finally gives up on that, it's because he's decided that this putting together gig is a job he can handle and keeps trying to pry the allen wrench from my hands. I finally finish one chair and he pushes it over to the counter, pushes it up, and climbs up to try to get cake. I seriously considered taking the chair back apart.