Words to Live By

Here are a few exchanges I jotted down because I thought they were funny because I'm their mother.
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After a bath one day, Susie waltzed into the room and exclaimed, "I'm as clean as a weasel!"

She then abruptly paused, with thought-wheels visibly churning, before following it up with
"Are weasels even very clean?  -- pause --
I think that otters are probably cleaner...."

I don't think I want her to know it's supposed to be "whistle" until she's thirty or so.

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I entered a loaf of challah in the county fair this year, and when Annie walked into the kitchen and saw me braiding the dough, she scooted right over.

Annika:  Oooh, that braided bread is so pretty!

Me: Actually, it's called "challah."

Annie: Oh! [nonchalantly]  I know how to put my hair in a challah.

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The girls were playing with a couple of balloons outside, and this was overheard:

Luci: "That balloon died because he got too much fire on him." (Her balloon had caught on fire in the game)

Pip, emphatically: "NO! He died from chambermaids. He had too much of them."

There's your warning, folks. Never, ever, EVER have too many chambermaids.
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The End.