Overheard

Someday I'll get back to all of our old-fashioned posts, but as it requires uploading pictures in the coldest room in the house, for now, I'll just give you this glimpse into life at our house lately.

A couple days ago, I broke up a fight because Ella had taken a key from Mabel. I do my usual yelling, "Ella, give back the key to Mabel." Ella refuses. A chase ensues. Much pushing and tugging. I finally scream. "Give me the key!" To which they both reply, "We can't, Mom, it's imaginary."

 Yesterday, mid-way through eating her oatmeal, Mabel realized that there were no cranberries in it. I had put the full bag of cranberries beside her for her to serve herself. I went ahead and put the cranberries in the oatmeal, but by this time Mabel was thrashing on the ground and howling, "I wanted you to put them in before! I wanted them before." I explain that I really can't go back in time and put the cranberries in." Ella says, "Mom, maybe you could ask Jesus." I say, "I don't really think it's tops of Jesus' priority list to send me back in time to put in the cranberries." Ella says, "Well, He could just send you back in time really quick and you can put them in." A few  moments pass, (Mabel is still thrashing on the floor.) Ella says, "Maybe Jesus could send us back in time to the dinosaurs!"