Sarah: "Where's Daddy?"
Maddy: "Playing at a baseball game."
Sarah: "Can we watch it on TV?"
Yes, girls, Daddy's an engineer by day and a major-league pitcher by night.
Maddy, upon taking the milk out of the refrigerator:
"Holy Toledo, three-sixty for a gallon of milk? Why don't we just buy a cow?!"
We try not to let our kids worry about money. Clearly we have failed.
"The chickens did poop all over my playhouse AGAIN. Who did put thems chickens in there?"
"Oh. Sorry, God, I did left the door open."
I wasn't aware our 4-year-old was old enough to blame God for her problems. But she did apologize. Also, free range chickens produce some of the same problems as do Free Range Kids: inconvenient pooping places.