"Mom. What's that stuff on your eyes?"
"Eye makeup, Joe."
"Oh. Kinda scary."
"Hmm. Not really what I was going for, Joe."
"Oh. Sorry. But it kinda is."
"Hi Gracie. Time to wake up, honey. You did such a good job with your nap."
"Hi, mommy. (pause) Are we goin' ta church again?"
"No, honey. We're not going to church again."
"Den why you wearing such a fancy shirt?"
"Because I'm going out to dinner with some friends tonight."
"Oh. You look so bootiful! I lub your hair. (patting my hair and my face) And you earrins are so pitty! You so bootiful, mummy."
"Aww, honey. That's so nice."
"Can I come wif you tonight, mum?"
"No, sweetie, you can't."
"I'm sorry, babe."
After upsetting news that he would not be going on the boy scout winter camp this weekend and pouting for a good 20 minutes I gave Tommy some fresh homemade oatmeal raisin cookies.
"Mom, I feel so much better after eating your cookies. I always feel better after your cookies. They make me so happy. I feel so warm and cozy and loved."
"All from my cookies???"
"Yep. They turn my frown upside down."
"Wow. Magic cookies."
"Hey mom! I traded Grace her Packers football for a gumball. Isn't that awesome?"
"Benny, that doesn't really sound fair, does it?"
"Fine. Two gumballs."