Let me begin by telling you all that I am just royally screwed. Kennedy came home from school yesterday and announced "Mom- I have a boyfriend. His name is Britain." Ugh. She had been in school for a mere 3 days. THREE days. That is hardly enough time to cultivate a relationship. I seriously hope this isn't a forecast for the future.
Anyway. Moving on...
At the mall, I told her she couldn't ride on one of those quarter-machine rides because I didn't have any change.
K: Mom, next time you go to work, make sure to get lots of money so I can go on aaaalll of those rides that need quarters, k?
K: Hey dad, cheetahs don't run.
D: Oh yeah they do! They're one of the fastest animals in the world!
K: Nuh-uh. They can't run.
D: Um... yes, they truly can, honey.
Mom: Well if they don't run, what do they do?
K: [thinks for a minute] People can eat them.
M: Uh... cheetahs run a lot faster than people.
K: OR we can step on them. And crush them.
M: .... honey, what do you think a cheetah is?
K: ... OH!!! Ok. I know. Not a cheetah. A Cheeto. Cheetos can't run.
We told her that if she didn't finish her dinner, she couldn't have ice cream when we went out later. She didn't finish it. So Justin and I bought some for ourselves.
K: Harley [our dog], can you even believe that our parents didn't get me any ice cream!?? Huh, sister??