When arguing with me about the unfairness of not being allowed a second snack, TheBoy says, "Can't I have raisins? But why? Raisins don't have any salt on them, so I should be able to eat them!"
CraftyGirl: "I like Chick Fil A's french fries. They're made with real potatoes. Not like the sticks at McDonald's!"
CraftyGirl: "Momma where's the lid for the hairspray? I can't see it. It's indivisible."
TheBoy: "My dad can fix that. He's a good screwer."
Uh, yeah. I'm SOOOO not going to touch that one!
TheBoy: "Miss Rachel brought her flute to school today. It was all in pieces, but she fixed it." Greyhaired Momma: "Was the music beautiful?" TheBoy: "Yep. It was piano music."
TheBoy: "Hey Mom! Look at the picture in my book. It's kids -- trying to look like people! ((Snicker, snicker)) " He cracked himself up on that one -- not about what he'd said, but that the kids were "trying to look like people." (Translation -- they were dressed up like a fireman, doctor, etc.)
Don't they say a picture is worth a thousand words? Well, this last one might just leave you speechless...
All I have to say is this: You can't hide class!