Things my daughters say...

I have 4 daughters (yes I said 4) that talk all the time.  Sometimes they have important news to relay to me, sometimes they have funny stories to tell, sometimes they tell me about their day and sometimes they just drone on and on without direction or purpose (I can't possibly imagine were this trait came from).  Each of my girls have different personalities, interests, and social lives but they have one thing in common... they say some crazy, cute, mysterious, adorable, hysterical things!  I love when something comes out of one of there mouths that makes me stop, do a double take, and more often than not, bust out laughing.  I want to share some of these amazingly adorable interactions with all of you.

Daughters noted by order of birth and age at time of remark.

Me: (While holding hands and walking) Did you just wipe your boogers on my hand?
Daughter #3 Age 4:  No I hugged your hand with my face.

Me: What should we name the new baby?
Daughter #3 Age 4: Broccoli Computer Butt

-#3 Calls a go cart a go carriage no matter how many times we correct her.

#3/A4: What are you doing dad?
Hubby: I am helping your mom build some crafts for her craft show.
#3/A4: (With hands on hips) Well that's respectable.

Me:  Get out of my way before I drop this!
#3/A4:  (With hands on hips) We don't talk to the Paigie that way.  We use manners.

#3/A4: (Counting to herself) 29, 20-10, 20-11, 20-12, 20-13, 20-14.
Me: Why are you counting like that?
#3/A4: I don't like the 30s.

#3/A4: (As she pats my under arm) I just love the saggy way you are. 😮

While visiting Papa in the wood shop I went inside to use the restroom (and starting cleaning Papa's house because I can't help myself).
#3/A4: Where is mom?
Papa:  She went potty.
#3/A4: What is taking so long?
Papa: Maybe she fell in.
#3/A4: Oh yeah... that happens to me all the time.

-#3 also has no sense of time.  Everything in the past happened either yesterday or last year ago.  There are no other increments of time in the past.

#3/A4: (She comes running into the kitchen while I am cooking wearing a cinderella dress-up dress, because real clothes are boring, shaking with excitement and waving a Halloween decorated pencil in the air)  Look what I got at my party mom!  It's an eraser! ON A STICK!

-#3 Calls adults tall ups rather than grown ups.

Me:  Did you finish cleaning your room?  (There is a treat on the line here people!)
#3/A4: Yes.
Me:  I am going to check it.
#3/A4: Fine but don't check the closet.  It is too clean.

#3/A5: What are we doing at the bank?  Keeping our money safe I'm guessing.

Me: Do you want to go play on the swings?
#3/A5:  No.  I fell over so now I am afraid of heights.  (She tripped while walking on flat ground.)

Me:  No you can't play with that slime.  You already got it on my bead spread and your sister's quilt.
#3/A5:  Withouth that slime you really crushed my dreams.

#3/A5:  I can't clean my room mom.  It runs out my energy.  I need my energy.

#3/A5:  When I'm not happy nobody is happy.  (There may be some truth to this.)

#3/A5:  What o'clock is it?
Me:  You mean what time is it?
#3/A5: That's what I said.

(Daughters #3/A5 and #4/A1 bump heads while playing on my bead ad start crying.)
Me:  Are you ok?
#3/A5: No. It really hurts.  I hope my brain doesn't explode.  What happens if my brain explodes?  I will be dead!"  (This is said with more sarcasm and condescension than you can possibly imagine! haha)

#3/A5:  There is something wrong with this burger- I didn't order salad on it.  (As she peels off a piece of lettuce.)

(I am scolding #3 for being mean to her sisters.)
Me: You need to be more sweet and stop yelling and hitting and being mad all the time.
#3/A5:  I am just trying to show you how fierce I can be.

(While setting at the table crafting with the sisters #3 sticks a paint covered paintbrush in her mouth- she currently has the stomach flu)
#1/A15: Don't put that in your mouth that's gross.
#3/A5:  So... what will happen?
#1/A15:  You will get the throw ups.
#3/A5:  Uh... hello?  I already have the throw ups. (Sticks paintbrush back in mouth.)

#3/A5:  You make the rules dad, but I make the Life Laws.

#3/A5:  My body is my energy tank and my energy tank is full so I am done eating.
Me: I want you to eat your sandwich anyway.
#3/A5: Well what if my energy tank explodes?

-#3 refers to beef jerky as beef turkey and there is no one who can convince her she is incorrect.

(#3/A5 drops a pamphlet on the ground under a chair in the waiting room at the doctors office.)
Me: Pick that paper up off of the floor.
#3/A5: (Flips upside down in her chair with her head hanging off the edge and examining the floor under the chairs) Better make sure there isn't a drain down there first.  I don't want to fall down any drains.

(While trimming trees and burning the remnants of last years plants ashes float away from our large pampas grass.)
#3/A5:  Look mom! It's raining burn!! (As she dances in ashes)

Me:  I love you.
#4/A1:  Yeah.  Love me.

#3/A5:  (Looking at her little sister) That baby is just too cute to murder. 😳

-#3/A5 says Hegal Movie theater instead of Regal movie theater- again she is right and we are all wrong.

#3/A5: (Eating jelly beans and talking to herself) Who knew you could taste so much goodness?

#4/A1: (As we are walking to get into the car) SHOTGUN!

#3/A5: (As I am walking down the hall singing a song from a popular kids movie she places her hand on her forehead and lowers her head shaking it.) Mom- you sing that so badly.  Just stop.