My little neighbour kids - adorable little blonde hellions sweeties that I love to see, and love to see go home (I'm reckoning this is much like grandparenthood) came for a visit this afternoon.  The boy is four and his sister is three.  They brought a bag full of markers and paper and they were making a "grocery list", and wanted to know what grown up toys I wanted them to buy.

ME:  I'd like one million dollars and a five minute head start.

HE: That's too much money.  Pick something else.

ME: One half million dollars and a five minute head start.

HE: Okay. (scribbles something in his notebook)

SHE: What else do you want?

ME: World peace.

SHE: I can't buy that. Sowwy. (and does this cute little simultaneous pout, head tilt, mono-shoulder shrug thing that would charm you of your last nickel)

In the meantime, brother has started drawing happy faces on his naked chest with a neon pink marker.

ME:  I hope that marker comes off.

HE: It's okay, I'm having a baff.

ME: Alright then.  I think you should draw a face, and use your belly button as the nose.

HE: (promptly does just that) THERE!

ME: (laughing so hard, I've got tears) OMG!  Show your dad!

HE:  Daddy!  Daddy! LOOK!! (proudly pops out his round little tummy)

THE DAD: Don't do thaaaaaaaaaaat

HE: (pointing to me) She LET-TED me do it!

 

Little rascal ratted me out.

  Anyway....now I know why we can't have world peace.  You can't buy it.

         Out of the mouths of babes