Yesterday, Hope spilled some water on the floor. I asked Hayden to grab me a towel (he was upstairs in his room, right by a linen closet) and throw it down. He called down, "Hold on Mom I'm cleaning my room!" WHAAAT? I immediately knew something was up. That boy never voluntarily cleans his room. As I'm starting upstairs, his friend Grant comes out of the room and says that they lost a frog in Hayden's room, but don't worry, it's okay because they found it. Oh good...you found it. Hello? Why was there a frog in there in the first place? See, I knew they were up to something. In Hayden's language cleaning my room=frantically searching for lost frog before Mom finds out.
Today, Hope and I had run some errands. Maybe a little unknown fact about Hope...she is always hungry. Always. She could have just eaten, and 5 minutes later she says she is hungry. It was 12:30 and we were driving away from Costco. Hope says to me..."I'm so so so hungry Mom. If I don't eat now, I'm going to turn into a bad guy!" She felt herself turn to the dark side, because just a minute later she started to fuss and said, "See, I'm turning into a bad guy!"