Sometimes the things my kids say are memorable. For example:
Upon seeing his baby brother dressed up in the formal white and lacy gown in preparation for the baptism, Devlin asked incredulously, "Why is Quinn wearing a wedding gown?!"
When told that we were celebrating Aisling's fourth birthday with our extended family at the cottage, Ceilidh queried "Are we getting loot bags?"
And since it's that time of the year of outdoor sports gets underway. Mommy and Daddy play ultimate frisbee one night a week. Once upon a time, we crazily played three nights a week, and year round too. Now, we're restricted to one night, because of the children's activities and because of our aging bodies. But on the one night we get to claim for ourselves, our children all tag along and play on the side lines or at the nearby playground. They are rewarded for their (generally) good behaviour by dinner at McDonald's.
So as we were walking home from picking up her older siblings at school, Aisling asked, "When are you going play frisbee again? Because I want to have some McDonald's! It's been sooo long since I had some!"
Apparently three nights is a long time, as she conveniently forgot she had some on the trip home from the cottage.
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