The twins are founts of endless amusement. And frustration. Here are but three things I heard from them this morning, as they rode with me to and from Rachel's piano lesson.
1) (Celtic Woman is playing in the background.) David: "But Kuh (his nickname for his twin), Chloe doesn't have a voice!" That would be my 4-year-old son criticizing one of the women in the group. Yeah.
2) Keziah: "Mom, do you know how to make pancakes?" (As we're passing our local IHOP.)
Me: "Sure, Keziah."
Keziah: "Then, will you make them for me?"
Me: "Not today."
Keziah: "Why not? You don't ever leave the house and you don't go to work. Why can't you make me pancakes?"
3) (Sounds of twins rocking out in their car seats, a song they've been singing a lot which sounds to me like, I Want My Mama Back.)
Me: "Rachel, what is that song they're singing back there? They've been wanting me to sing it at bedtime."
Rachel, cracking up: "They're singing a song from Hannah Montana."
Me: "I know that, but it sounds so sad--I Want My Mama Back."
Rachel: "No, Mom, it's I Want My Mullet Back."
Twins in the background: "I Want My Mullet Back! I Want My Mullet Back!"