Kyri-isms

While riding back from shopping, she said, "Let's go get Daddy, Ben, and Evie, and go to a restaurant." I informed her we would be eating at home, but did she want to go out for her birthday (in a few weeks)? Yes, "To Spaghetti Factory. No, maybe Macaroni Grill." And thus commenced a conversation on her favorite restaurants.


Tonight, Kyri informed me that "Baby Moses bit my breast." (She is apparently nursing her babies.)

"Did you tell Baby Moses she will get no more milk if she does that?" (You can tell how things have been around here lately.)

"Yes. I've decided to feed her with a bottle instead."

How wise. I'm not such a quick thinker.  Smile.