The following conversations may or may not have gone on inside the walls of my home recently:
Mommy: Please get your toothbrush out of your bum.
G: Did you know that if you stick up only your middle finger and leave the rest of your fingers down that you don't believe in Jesus Christ?
Bryn: Can I eat salsa for breakfast please?
Mommy: Boogers are for blowing into tissues, not eating for dinner
Daddy (to the girls): I'll let you stay up late, but only if you want to play Rock Band with me. Otherwise, you have to go to bed.
Mommy: Princesses don't poop in their pants.
Bryn: My favorite part is when Gabriella and Troy dance in the rain.
Mommy: Please get your toothbrush out of your sister's bum
G: I would be sad if I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
Bryn: I love to eat poison apples. Unless they are the poison apples from the middle of the road with ants crawling all over them. That is yucky.
Mommy: Don't sick your toothbrush in your nose!
G: I gotta stop eating this candy so I don't get fat like mommy.
Mommy: I'll let you stay up late to watch a movie, but only if you keep your eyes closed.
Bryn: NO! I don't want to eat more candy, I want more SALSA!
G: What? Daddy doesn't like football? I do NOT believe it!
Mommy: Toothbrushes don't go in your ear either.
Bryn: (as she was watching a Disneyland sing-along after being promised she could go to Disneyland after she pooped in the potty) Mommy, look at all those people who poop in the potty. Good job peoples!
Mommy: Way to go girl! We stick toothbrushes in our mouths. Only our mouths.