A second toilet...

We've had three weeks with only one working toilet in the house, because a part needed to be shipped from overseas to fix the second toilet. This has not been a huge hardship, or at least, I thought we were managing quite well with only one toilet, until I spoke with my 6 year old.

Me: The plumber called and he has received the part he needs, so he's going to come tomorrow to fix the toilet, and then we'll have two working toilets again.

S (6 y/o, excited as a child might be when they receive a surprise box, and open it to reveal the toy they had given up hope that they would ever receive, and they can't quite believe that this is for them): You mean we'll have two working toilets? That would be like a dream come true!

The importance of context...

In all things, context is important. C (9 y/o) was playing and I overheard the following - and readied myself for one of those all important Daddy-Daughter conversations as we approach those teen years:

 C (9 y/o): I have a girl body and two hairs!

Turns out, she was playing with LEGO and stating that she had found the girl body, and two different plastic hairstyles for it.

Being full...

Dinner times are always filled with sparkling conversation at our house:

S (6 y/o, sitting at the table with a small amount of dinner left): Daddy, I'm full! I know I'm full because I feel full, and also I threw up in my mouth a little bit.

The Cranberries meet the Phantom of the Opera...

I like to encourage appreciation of all kinds of music, which sometimes leads to some interesting spontaneous mash-ups in the oddest of ways. 

9 y/o (singing happily while performing some task): ♫♫ Zombie! Zombie! Zombie - ie - ie - oh - oh! ♫♫

11 y/o (completely unprompted, and with an overly dramatic voice, a-la the Phantom, from The Phantom of the Opera): Sing, my angel of music!

9 y/o (perfectly on beat, switches to the music of the night, from Phantom): ♫♫ Aaahh - aa-aa-  ah-ah-ah-aaah - aaaah! ♫♫

Talking...

While sitting at the table, and presumably contemplating the many times we've asked our children not to talk with their mouths full of food:

S (6 y/o): I was just about to say that it's rude to talk with your mouth open.

Sprinkle my nipples with hot sauce

Today's impromptu improvised song lyrics, sung at full volume by the 6 y/o while playing with her marble run, which is one of the noisiest toys in the known universe, particularly since she has collected all her siblings' marbles and has a fairly continuous stream of marbles running through it

"Sprinkle my nipples,

Sprinkle my nipples,

Sprinkle my nipples, with hot sauce,

With hot, hot, hot, hot sauce.

So that I will Aaaaaaarghh!

Because I need to make more noise..."

Words to live by...

We're discussing something wise that someone on the TV news said, and S (6 y/o) is colouring at the table - but always listening. Always. Listening.

Me (to my wife): "Words to live by!"

S (6 y/o, thoughtfully): "I wouldn't like to live by words. I'd prefer to live by woods [a forest.]"