Me: I’m making hamburgers for dinner. Who wants one?
Aubrey: Can I have a turkey and pickle sandwich instead? I don’t feel like a hamburger.
Me: Sure. *inwardly giddy for a little less cooking* I make her sandwich and hand it to her.
Me: Emma what do you want?
Emma has been stealing snacks out of the pantry all afty.
Emma: Just a pickle sandwich, wike Sissy.
Me: Do you want a whole one or just a half? Are you hungry enough to eat a whole one?
Emma: No. I just want half.
Me: *gets one piece of bread out and starts to make a sandwich*
Emma: Two halves. Just like Aubrey.
It’s been a rough day. I fried bacon to put on my hamburger and one strip a piece for the girls, as soon as the smell hit the air Aubrey said, “Sometimes you just gotta eat bacon. Huh, Momma?”
Me: You got that right.
Aubrey: Momma, I am going to be a grownup before Emma, huh?
Aubrey to Emma: YOU are going to be so happy to be little when I’m an old lady.
(She is 6 and Emma is 4, soooo.)
What’s going on at your house during Hell Hour? (If you don’t know what Hell Hour/The Witching Hour is, you obviously don’t have kids. Email me and I will describe it in detail for you. Then, who knows, maybe you’ll never have kids.)