i go in to wake up 7yo this morning.
7yo: mama, i know what i want for my birthday [many months from now] or Christmas.
me: [half asleep] great, what would that be?
7yo: a zippy bag.
7yo: i’d put in on my bed and i’d put my blanket underneath it and be warm and i could unzip this side and unzip that side. no, just this side. and you know it’s so awesome that if you spill something on it like food or chocolate [mind you, this is apparently something that goes on a bed], it’s…….[huge smile] MACHINE WASHABLE FLEECE!!!!
me: my life is complete. get up.
4yo belatedly (of course) tells me she spilled something that you make chocolate drinks out of on a white dress. which of course she put in the laundry basket, and not the washer. i thought it was chocolate syrup but not dark enough. so i figured chocolate milk. wrong. i went in the pantry to get something and discovered cocoa powder spilled on the shelf and the floor.
me: why didn’t you tell me that you spilled the powder?
4yo: well i was just about to.
and so it begins. *sigh*
daddy to 3yo: what did you spill on the floor?
me: what did 3yo spill on the floor in front of the fridge?
6yo: she spilled my milk because she was painting the fridge with it with her yucky hands.