Earning Their Keep

My six-year old says to me at lunch time, "Mom, can I have one more thing to eat?  I only had a burrito and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

My five year old tells me, "I want to be the prettiest girl at church today," and she asks for her dress with the white leopard print and finds the pink nail polish under the sink.

My one year old sits next to her 3 month old brother and says, "Ow.  Gid-yin.  Hit.  Head," and she falls over while scrunching up her face in an agony of pain.

My three year old tells me he saw a movie in primary last week where there were two guys and one of them pointed at the other one and said, "Behold my beloved brother."  Any attempts at doctrinal re-instruction are flatly rejected.

And that is why I keep them around.