Checking Up

Awhile back Lizzy went to Lexi's parent teacher conferences with me. She met all of Lexi's teachers, and apparently left a lasting impression on at least one of them. 

Lexi's creative sewing teacher also teaches a child development class, and one of her students from that class has been helping in Lizzy's classroom for the past several weeks. This week, the teacher went to Lizzy's classroom to check on her student. Lizzy was staring at Lexi's teacher, I assume trying to remember her name. 

Teacher: "Hi Lizzy. Yes, I know who you are."

Lizzy: "I know who you are too. So, is Lexi doing ok in school?"

Recycling

Me: "Lizzy, what's in your hair?"
Lizzy: "Oh this? That's a ribbon from my hula hoop."
Me: "Nice. You have garbage holding your hair out of your eyes."
Lizzy: "Actually, I like to think I'm recycling."

April Showers

Sometimes I cringe when people tell me Lizzy said something funny. I cringed when I read the first line of this post on my Facebook page:

Lizzy is so funny. She says some witty stuff. When we were driving home, the girls saw someone had their sprinklers on, and Lucy said, "Why do they have those on already in May?" And Lizzy said, "it's not April anymore so we won't have April showers."

Hahaha…I'm no longer cringing. You gotta admit, she's got a point!

Best Age Ever

Lizzy, three days after turning seven: "Mom, I think seven is going to be my best age yet."

Me: "Why?"

Lizzy: "Well you haven't yelled at me since I was six, so I'm thinking seven is going to be awesome."

Bedtime Analogy

Me: "Come on Lizzy. I'll tuck you in. Are you sleeping on the top bunk?"
Lizzy: "Does a turtle have a shell?"

**She's sleeping on the top bunk :)

Love Your Enemies

Me: "Lizzy that was really nice of you to clean up Morgan's mess. Thanks."
Lizzy: "Yep. Lucky for her I just came from church, where we learned a good lesson. We learned to love your enemies."

Enjoy the Moment

Three days a week I have to drag Lizzy and Morgan out of bed to get the big kids to school early. It's never pretty getting a 6-year-old and a 4-year-old out the door at 7am. But today it was at least funny:

Me: "Come on girls. Lizzy I can't carry you. You're too big."
Morgan: "I can't walk."
Me: "I can carry you Morgan. But when you're six, I won't be able to carry you anymore."
Lizzy, crawling out of bed, mumbling: "Enjoy the moment, Morgan."