I had a journal. It was filled mostly with nonsense. So I threw it away. Before I had a chance to copy the really good stuff into another journal. So I have to write these things down before I forget them. When I'm old, and my children have left me to entertain myself in my own mind, I'll have these things to remember...

Fluffy calling her preschool teachers Mr. Jeremy "Mr. Germy" and Mr. Frank "Mr. Fink."

Scooter, who pronounced the TR sound with an F instead, and trying to say dump truck. Hee hee hee! (1-1/2 yrs)

Fluffy, when she heard that there were coyotes and bears at camp, exclaimed, "Coyotes?! Bears?! I'm not going!" But when asked, she didn't even know what a coyote was. (5 yrs)

Scooter, asking if those two little granny ladies in the bathroom at Macy's were idiots. (2 yrs)

Fluffy, singing every night while she blow dries her hair. (always)

Scooter, asking if maybe we're already in heaven and don't even know it. (5 yrs)

Fluffy, lying on the bed and saying, "Tickle me!" (6 yrs)

Scooter, saying he can't wait to see poison ivy so he can touch it! (9 yrs)

Fluffy, calling her pediatric rheumatologist Dr. Bernstein "Dr. Bernstein Bears." (4 yrs)

Scooter, telling me he's going to live next door to me when he grows up so he can take me to Souplantation and invite me to BBQs on the weekend. (4 yrs)

Fluffy, saying that the driver in the car next to us wasn't paying attention to driving because he was too busy saying to his girlfriend, "Oooh, you're so cute." (4 yrs)

Scooter, giving me a ring, announcing that we are married, and saying now we have to dance. (3 yrs)