This has been a day of great quotes. Dane has really been on one.
This morning I let both boys know that their cousin is in the hospital due to a kidney infection. Dane got a very concerned look on his face, then, it brightened as he asked, "Will they have to replace it with a weasel kidney? I've heard people can be healed by weasel kidneys."
Cyndie and I ended up at the Urgent Care. (Long story; she's fine, though. Thanks for asking.) When I got home, Dane says, "Looks like we won't make it to church today." I responded that he was correct. With a fist in the air, he goes, "Yesss!" I gave him a shocked look and said (sternly), "Dane!?!" To which he instently replied, "I mean 'What a shame!'"
One of my baseball caps is in the sink soaking (camped with the 12 year old scouts this weekend and it smells like smoke, so Cyndie was soaking it in some soap... Tate was cleaning his place at the table after dinner (tacos, yummm!) and decided to put his plate in the side of the sink with the hat, rather than in the side with a few other dishes. I asked him why he did that when my hat was in there trying to get clean from the smoke smell. He told me "Now it will smell like meat and guacamole!"
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So she's home, and no weasel kidney. Maybe next time, right?
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