Rewarded for spelling, no matter the word

On the way home from school, Chloe asked how to spell the word butt. I told her to sound it out and she got it (save for the extra t). Then spelled b-u-t-t. I laughed to myself but didn't say much.

She then says, "mom aren't you going to give me a high five for spelling a word (which is tradition)?"

Cookies in heaven

Tonight, Chloe asked if she could have a cookie after dinner. When informed that we don't have any, she replied, "there are cookies in heaven mom." I countered with, "do you want me to send you there?" "no mom, giggle"

I put in Wall-E for the kids (so I can blog, right? ha ha) and as the Disney intro ran, Chloe informed Ben that when he is bigger we are going there. I've been telling her for two years that we can't go until Ben is older and that is why her friends have gone and she has not.

Chloe is the master of contact

On the way to school, Keith Urban's Til Summer Comes Around was playing on the radio and Chloe was asking me why he was sad. I explained that his friend had left and would not be back until summer.

Always helpful, Chloe says "They should send him a postcard. He'd like that"

Paint the world with ice cream

We took Chloe to Dairy Queen last night for a bribe, err, reward for improving behavior at school.

With a spoonful of ice cream, she informed me she was going to paint the ceiling with ice cream. I told her that would make everything very sticky. She replied that we could just lick it all off. Yum, lickable world!

Chloe has some tattoo suggestions for daddy

This morning Stacey was telling me how he wants to get more tattoo work done.

Chloe piped in with "how about a tiger, Daddy? That would be cool!" She then also suggested he could get a lion, giraffe or a penguin. Very manly, those penguins are.

Racoon mommy

I've started wearing make up again in an attempt to be an adult and a woman... then realized i no longer own makeup remover.

Said chloe this morning: are you going to take that black off your eyes or what?

Honey, those are for the ladies

Riding in the car this morning, Stacey was talking about working out and getting bigger muscles. He's been working out for the past year and is in great shape. Really, it puts me to shame.

I joked he should work out his penis. He informed me that he does and called it the wrong word for kegel.

I laughed that those are KEGELS and are for women. He told me "well, it feels good". Do what makes you happy honey.

Undercover storyteller

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon switching over Chloe's closet and having her try on things to see what still fits.

Chloe and Benjamin played in the room and I looked up to find them both under her comforter while she told him stories about Prince Ben, ogres, mommy and daddy and other fun things. At just the right moments, Ben would an an emphatic "YEAH!" to the store.

I took a video of one of these sessions and will try to get it up sometime this week.

Overheard in the Hickman house

Chloe looking at herself in the mirror (our closet doors are mirrors) "why you look fancy today Chloe!"

Chloe and Daddy

Chloe: What are those
Daddy: My balls
Chloe: Can I touch them?
Daddy: No

Chloe to me: You need to kiss Daddy because you're falling in love, remember?

from my husband: what does having your period have to do with fertility (in a convo about the third daughter we are to have...)