Eating like a WHAT?

As the kids were eating breakfast this morning, I noticed that my Raleigh
got up from sitting next to Shay at the kitchen counter to sit by himself at
the dining room table. I asked him why he moved, and he exclaimed, "Shay is
eating like a Nazi! She just spit in my cereal!"

"Bullets" and Kysa's worms

Working on some projects at the house this weekend, I had the tools out and
was screwing in some bolts. Kysa asks, "Mom, can I hold the bullets?"

Kysa loves her worms. When Ty put in the garden this weekend, she put some
worms in a container. I upgraded her original little cup to a cut off
2-Liter bottle so she could have better visibility. She frequently goes and
checks on "her worms". Yesterday she thought they died because she left
them in the sun, but alas, they were fine. She should be ready for Grandpa
Jer-Bear to teach her how to thread 'em anytime now.

Why do you like her so much?

It's no secret at our house that Shay is a mama's girl. To put it more
accurately, she is a mom-MONSTER. This morning as we were heading off to
school, I needed to run back into the house to grab Kysa's glasses and Shay
wanted to go back in the house with me. Exasperated, Kysa turns to Shay and
hollers, "SHAY, why do you like her so much!" I look at Kysa and start
laughing. Seriously! It makes no sense to me either Ky.