Wyatt: Mom, my nails are all dry because I know a trick. I whistle on them. (Yes, we had manicures and pedicures today. Our colors? Black, green, cammo, and blue. Wyatt wanted black and blue in honor of the miike snow song)
Me: Jake, maybe you should be a magazine model so you can pay for college.
Jake: Maybe. But I don't want to wear dresses.
Grayson: Mom, stop kissing me for like 50 minutes. I want to play without you putting slobber all over me.
Wyatt: Any time you want to go somewhere, it shouldn't be because you want the toy they have there. It should be because you like the food there.
At piano lessons, their teacher has a 6 month old. She has an open floor plan and has a high chair, play pen, bouncy chair, swing, and play mat in the big room. Sooo...
Jake: Whoa, this lady must have a ton of babies!
Grayson: Mom, when Zoey poops, where is her toilet paster? (toilet paper)
Wyatt: When we go to Austin tomorrow, will we still be in Texas or Boston? Is it near Boston?
Wyatt: I think I saw dad's car. Nope, it was a squirrel.
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