scared

Jake and I watched Hoarders last night for the first time.  I looked around our house: a sewing project underway, loads of laundry waiting to be folded, junk mail piling up in the kitchen...I almost started crying.  I got up at 5 a.m. this morning--you're not going to catch me on cable TV, by golly.  Sewing project: done.  Laundry, here I come.

oh what do you say in the summertime

Last Saturday
Jake: Damon, you can't hit Anne!  You're a lot stronger than her.  Do you ever see me hitting mom?
Damon: No, but I've see you threaten each other with knives.

Huh?!

Wednesday
Me:  Claire, say that faster.
Claire:  Why do you always make me talk faster?  I don't like it.
Me:  Because talking slow might annoy kids at school.  I don't want them to be mean to you.
Claire:  If they are, they're just jealous.
Me:  Why would they be jealous?
Claire:  Because I'm so great.

Today
Anne: What happens in the next life if you chop your head off?