While Paul was opening up his birthday present the other day, Sarah (who helped me wrap it) turned to me and said aloud "Mom? Is that the box that we put the sweatshirt in?" (spoiler!)
It snowed overnight this week and Paul had quickly shoveled a path from the back door to the garage so Adam and I didn't have to trudge through too much snow when we had to leave. Adam liked the path. When I backed out of the garage and headed down the driveway though, he was mad because I wouldn't drive in the path Daddy shoveled:
Adam: You gotta drive in the path!
Me: I can't! I have to go down the driveway. Plus, if I went down that path, we'd crash into the house!
Adam: Yeah! And then there'd be a hole in it and the house would get frozen! (its been really cold here lately.)
Me: Yeah - we don't want that, do we?
Adam: Yeah! We'd have an icicle house!
Me: An icicle house?
Adam: Yeah! And we could get some ice skates and skate around it inside!
Me: But wouldn't everything freeze? What about your bed? and your food?
Adam: Our food would be popsicles!
Me: What kind of popsicles?
Adam: Everything! milk popsicles, hot dog popsicles, broccoli popsicles, salad popsicles, chicken nugget popsicles!
While getting ready one morning, Sarah starts singing (to the tune of All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth) "All I want for Christmas is some bacon. Some bacon. Some bacon.....Bacon in my stocking. Bacon in my presents. Bacon in everything! All I want for Christmas is Bacon!"