Monday

Pete: Are there no snakes? The snake’s running at the door?

Me: The snake’s running at the door?! Why?

Pete: It can’t find the door. The snake’s broken. He got mashed.

Me: By what?

Pete: He’s broken, he’s mashed.

Me: How did he get mashed?

Pete: He went to up the tree.

Me: And then what happened?

Pete: He went to see the car. He went to under the car. And then he drived to California.

Tuesday

Pete: Bug in my pocket. Ladybug in my pocket. I said, “Come into my pocket again!” And I had to take it away from me. He got lunch from my pocket.

Me: What else is in there?

Pete: Something to give to the ladybug. He wants a grilled cheese sandwich.

Wednesday

Pete: I want my lunch.

Me: You’ve already had your lunch

Pete: I want my lunch after my lunch.

Thursday

Pete: Piglet is sad.

Me: Why is Piglet sad?

Pete: He wants some Snonic.

Friday, one from the girl
The kids are upstairs playing “monsters in a cave.” This involves a couple of flashlights and as little light as possible. I am downstairs, washing dishes folding laundry being productive reading “Real Simple.”

Poppy: Mommy, I’ve made a mistake. And sometimes mistakes just happen.

I go upstairs and find her in my bedroom. The doorway of which has been barricaded by a baby gate, because her brother enjoys throwing coins from my change jar down the stairs.

Poppy: Mommy, I’m stuck.

Me: But how did you get there?

Poppy: I climbed over the gate, but then I couldn’t climb back out.