Cyan: Do you wanna know what I learned in school?

Me: Yes.

Cyan: When you fart, instead of saying excuse me, you say my bad. That’s the fancy way of saying excuse me.  Say my bad.

Me:  Who told you that?

Cyan:  The teacher’s neighbor.  She’s very fancy.

Cyan: Daddy, will you play the song I like? *starts singing*

Atticus: Will you play Uptown Funk You Up? It makes me happy. I get a happy feeling in my tummy like rainbows. *rubs tummy*

Atticus: I don’t want to do chores. Chores are boring.

 

Cyan:  Grandpa, did you use to be white like Grandma when you were little, before you had a job?

Grandpa:  *Laughs*  No, I was never white.

Cyan:  You were always black?

Grandpa:  I’m not black.

Cyan:  Have you seen yourself? Look at your arm, you’re black.

Cyan:  Teacher said futbol is how you say soccer in New Mexico.

Grandma:  I think that’s how you say it in Mexico and other parts of the world.

Cyan:  You’re not from Albuquerque.

Grandma:  I’ve lived here for two years.

Cyan:  But you didn’t go to school here so you don’t know.

Papa: Cyan, your breakfast is ready.
Cyan: (No response).
Papa: Cyan, time to eat. Are you coming?
Cyan: I’m coming. (She presents herself in the breakfast area.) I was busy playing with my dolls. I don’t think you know how hard it is to be a kid.
Papa: (LOL on the inside)

 

Atticus:  I don’t want to do homework.

Grandma:  Why not?

Atticus:  Because it’s long and boring.

Grandma:  When you get bigger and go to school you will have homework.

Atticus:  I don’t want to grow up and do homework.  I want to be free.

Cyan:  You have to grow up if you want to go to Disneyland.

Atticus:  Oh, ok.

 

Atticus:  UGH!  You make me so mad!