Sensibilities

While I am frantically searching for my keys and imploring my kids to help:

Katie: Ok. Mom. What do they smell like?

I love my cousin

Pillow talk, apparently thinking about beloved Matt, age 12:

Katie: Where will I be if Matt gets a wife?

Back off bro, I choose the show

To Zach, after a bit of screen time had been granted:

"Little girls who stay in their bed all night long get to pick the tv show."

Huh?

My mom treated Katie and me to an afternoon of "The Nutcracker" at AB High School. At intermission, Katie and I went to the lobby to find a big crowd of ballet-watchers hovering around tables loaded with plates of cookies and coffee urns. Katie looked concerned, grabbed my hand and bolted back toward the auditorium, saying,

"MOM! We gotta get out of here. This is somebody's church!"

Mommy, to go to college, will I have to go on the highway?

Shopping

...on whether or not to accompany mom to the grocery store.

Well, people might think I'm pretty, and they might want to get close to me. And then they'll get sick, because I'm sick. So, no. But can you get me applesauce? And carrots. And a parrot?

Hansel and Katie

Katie and Zach were having a snack at Grandpa and Grandma's new house. They've just moved in and the kitchen area isn't set up, so the kids were eating on a small side table. I told them to be very careful with the chocolate ice cream, because we didn't want to get it on the clean rug. Very conscientiously, they nibbled their cookies and ice cream.

Katie: Ummm, Grandma? Is it ok if I got some cookie crumbs on the table?

Grandma: Oh, sure, Katie, that's no problem.

Katie: Ok, because then it will be easier for you to find me...