Kid-isms

Last weekend, while Chris and I discussed the horrible smell in my car, I said something like, ". . . it's because milk gets poured all over my car!"  Savanna says, "I don't pour milk, I spill it!"

Tonight, we had a minor ant invasion in our upstairs, focused mainly around the bathroom.  Savanna and Sophie were sitting in the tub and several ants came near the tub and Savanna grabbed one and then the ant fell into the tub and proceeded to get water logged.  I guess this made Savanna reach her freak-out factor.  She immediately screamed for her dad, jumped, and scraped her back on the sharp part of the faucet (darn old faucet).

Later, when we were more relaxed, Chris asked her if she still wanted to be an Entomologist.  She said, No. . she didn't want to be an Antomologist and that she had told Mrs. Camp that she wanted to be an Archeologist and that she would be good at it because she had sharp nails for digging.

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