Random kid-isms

Hank and Abner, my lovely girls, are now 14 and 10 years old. Hank is already taller than I am, and Abner is well on her way.

Over the years, they've had some interesting things to say, and already I'm having a hard time keeping track of who said what. Some of these kid-isms bear repeating...

"Ewww! This tastes like the smell of a cow!"

[Abner, loudly voicing her opinion of a cheese sample]

"Oh, yeah? You want a knockin' in the breadbox?"

[Hank, around age 5, trying to trash-talk her Marine Sgt dad]

"Keep it up; I'll drop a pin."

[Sweet little Abner, standing up to a mean boy in her class with this, her version of a grenade threat. You read that correctly: grenade. Yep, we got a call about that one. Marine Dad thought it was hysterical.]

"Shakemilk." "Nailtoes."

[Hank, age 2, transposing all compound words. We were convinced she would turn out to be dyslexic.]

"This tastes like a package of awesome!"

[Abner, enjoying a cake sample she liked much better than the aforementioned cheese.]

"Oooo, look... Carrots from the olden days!"

[Abner, upon spying carrots at the grocery store that still had the leafy green stems attached.]

"You knew Abraham Lincoln, right?"

[Young Hank, to me, while studying for a history quiz.]

"Wow, Mommy, you gots a big butt!"

[Abner, in a porta-potty with a line of 100 now-laughing people.]

These girls have made me laugh, cry and scream (in both the good way and the bad). The way I love them takes my breath away, even though sometimes I might not like them very much in the moment (hello, girlie hormones, and thanks ever so much for turning my angels into Brides of the Anti-Christ). Any minute they'll be grown and gone, out on their own, and I miss them already.

My girls! I love 'em to pieces.