Overheard during a Thundery Afternoon

Number One Son: (walking to his room) I'm going to play with my Nintendo.
Me: OK.
NOS: Oh, Mom, I was talking to the small ones.

(I'm assuming he meant his sister & brother)


Number One Son: Knock Knock.
Queenie: Who's there?
Number One Son: Um...
The Flying Monkey & Queenie: Um who?
NOS: No, I'm still thinking.
TFM: Five. Days. Later.

(Who says four year olds can't grasp sarcasm?)

Wordless Weekend - What Every Good Queenie Needs

She Did It!

This was going to be a wordless weekend, but I had say something about this photo.

My beautiful daughter Queenie is 7 going on 15. Really, she is quite teenager-ish about some of the things she does. Like her room. It's an ongoing battle to get her to keep her room clean. No matter how many times I pick up it just gets cluttered again. I honestly don't know how she does it.

Anyway, her cousin came to visit this weekend and spent the night Friday. I told her that KD was coming and she needed to get her room straight. "Don't worry, I'll come help you if you'll just get started." Well, when I went into her room to check on her progress, she was done!

Apparently cousins need to come sleep over more often.
This is how her floor looks this weekend. She cleaned up on her own with no help from Mom at all.
Atta Girl!