Funny Kids

Kate after opening a new shirt from Mom and Dad on Christmas morning:

Me:  Do you like it?

Kate (clearly uncomfortable):  Uh, I could wear it on Saturdays.  It would be a good Saturday shirt.

Me: You don't like it, huh?

Kate:  Uh, no. Sorry, Mom.

Kate, Ella and I planned all day to have a pedicure night.  Jackson was fairly excited to participate and I couldn't figure out why, until he arrived in the bathroom and exclaimed, "Where are the pets!?"

Long noses...

This morning at breakfast, Kate had a confession for me.  She told me she really did not write the poem.  Apparently, it is a song.  Kate loves to write songs down on paper for some reason. Anyway, we had a long talk about claiming something as your own when it's not.  There were tears, and apologies and so all is forgiven.  Kate, my sweet girl, does write beautiful things but that cute little poem cannot be claimed as her own.  Hopefully, she will learn this life lesson well. I will leave the poem on the blog but erase her name.   Why do I love her even more for her confession?  

'Tis the Season

...to not expect much blogging from me.  I'm back from my little trip-eroo to the tropics, jet-lagged and frantically avoiding the fact the Relief Society will be here tonight to sing carols around my out-of-tune piano.  While I'm cleaning food and finger prints off my windows, please enjoy this lovely poem by my new favorite poet:

I Built A Little Snowman

I built a little snowman.

He had a carrot nose.

Along came a bunny,

and what do you suppose?

That hungry little bunny

Looking for his lunch

Ate that snowman's nose

Nibble, nibble, crunch!