The Good News...and the Bad News

The kids pick up the funniest things. I can't believe how much they mimic our words--a scary reflection sometimes. Tonight Porter said, "Mom, I have bad news and I have good news." I said, "What's that?" He said, "The bad news is I am not tired and don't want to go to bed. The good news is you won't make me go to bed!" He said that with a big smile on his face--after I had tucked him into bed.

Not to be out-done, Madison said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is I am a GREAT sister! And, the bad news is that sometimes we don't get to stay at the park as long as we want to."

Lane tried to get his two cents in. He said, "Bad news. Good news. Mom." He thought for a second, then held his hands face up and said, "Nothing!" Then he laughed. We all laughed too.

Madison has been on a roll with her sayings. Tonight I showed her a pair of dance shoes I bought for her from Ebay. She looked at them and approved. I told her I had already ordered them and they would be coming next week. She exclaimed, (with hands uplifted) "Well call the manager!" I started laughing and asked how she even knew what that meant. I asked her what would happen if we called the manager. She said, "Then he will bring them right over."
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Yesterday Lane was talking to Brant, cuddled up in bed. Out of the blue he said, "You're my best friend, Dad!" Brant had a huge smile on his face. I keep reminding Brant about it and he still smiles.