Levi's soup recipe

Levi made some soup yesterday.  By himself.  It was very yellow, but the children said it was yummy.  He came to me and handed me a piece of paper, announcing that it was his soup recipe.  It read as follows:
 ptatos anb peprs anb beens anb sethnins.
Which translated means: potatoes and peppers and beans and seasonings.
He pointed to the counter and said, "Those are the seasonings I used,"  There was garlic powder, Italian seasoning, and salt.  Hmm, not bad, I thought.  Besides the vegggies in his recipe, he had put in slices of tomato.  All of the vegetables were freshly picked from our garden.  He had simply boiled tham all in some water.  The yellow color, well, it wasn't natural, and it wasn't in the recipe, so I can't say for sure, but I did find an empty bottle of yellow food coloring in the pantry that afternoon.  :-)

     This afternoon, Levi came to me and announced when he grew up he was going to be a "plane conductor", and that when he was flying the plane to California, I could go for only one dollar.  "Wow!" I said, "That's really great!"  "Yeah, and anybody else in my family can go for two dollars.  For all the other people it costs 30 dollars, no, 100 dollars."  I told him he was sure to have a lot of business!

How she really feels

After we picked the kids up at Justin and Trish's, where they had spent the evening, I asked if they had had fun.  Tirzah replied, "It was fun when you were gone, but not when you got back!"

9/13/12  The girls and I went to Malone this evening to get the groceries for our Maine trip.  On the way home, Tirzah prattled on and on in the dark, asking all manner of questions and chatting about everything under the sun.  At one point she said, "When I grow up, I'm going to work at..." and paused.  I fully expected her to say "Chinese", which is her and Levi's standard answer for what they want to do when they grow up.  Instead, she finished, "at your house.  When I grow up, I want to live with you!"  So I told her OK, that would be great.  :-)
     She kept asking where we were and how long it would be till we got home.  She had asked about 5 times in a row, with me aswering, "North Bangor, 15 minutes" every time.  Finally I told her the next town was Brushton.  "Oh, the it's only six shots till we're home."  "Six shots?" I asked.  "What are six shots?"  Giggles.  "Um, they're six turns." 

9/27/12  While we were on vacation in Maine, we were eating supper at a Wendy's.  It was a bit late and Tirzah wasn't doing so well.  She was crying about her burger, "My sandwich is all crambly!"  OK.  She muddled through enough to get her Frosty, which she was happily sharing with Aila, then suddenly decided didn't suit her any more, crying, "Mine is getting lippy!"  Nobody knows.  Crabby four-year olds.  Who can figure them out?