At dinner tonight, Pepper dumped a huge forkful (is forkful a word?) of lasagna on the kitchen floor. Then he slid out of his seat and stomped on the lasagna.
Matt asked Pepper why he stepped on the lasagna.
Pepper's reply: "I was mad at it for falling off my fork so I decided to step on it!"
When Pepper had finished eating, he had food all over his face, I sent him to the bathroom to wash. I could hear the water running, and when he came back, half the mess was gone from his face. However, his upper lip was still coated in chocolate cupcake frosting. I told him he needed to to go his bathroom and wash his face again, this time where he could see the mirror. He asked why, and I said that he still had food on his face. He licked his upper lip, giggled, and said, "Oops! My bad!"
After dinner was done, I told Snapper she needed to clean her room, and that seeing her room properly tidied up would be an awesome gift for me.
Snapper's reply: "I'll have it clean faster than you can say 'pickle' 500 times!"
I love my kids. They make me laugh!