Lindsey, on the way home today: “If we lived in our car we would never have to drive home.” Good point.

Then Haley added, “And we’d have a secret door that would lead to our bedrooms.”

Lindsey, my little goofball, apropos of nothing says, “Aliens can have any number of eyes.” Then…”I have three eyes.”

After a day of not seeing Lindsey from drop-off at 9 am until nearly 5:30, but picking up Haley at 2:45 for tennis, I said to Haley, “It’s weird that I haven’t seen Lindsey all day.” Haley’s response: “That’s OK; you have me.”

Lindsey came for a cuddle in my bed this morning and, lying next to me, said, “Stop sniffing me.” Uh, yes, I was breathing.

Lindsey: “I want to be a star when I grow up.”

Me–thinking, oh, excellent, I’ll have money to retire: “What kind of star?”

Lindsey: “A pink, shiny one.”

Ohhhhh…I better keep working.

Haley: “So, I was wondering about where everything comes from, like us and this bread and the TV.”

Lindsey: “I don’t really like boys, but sometimes I talk to them if they talk to you.”

On the way to pick up Daddy from the office, we hit traffic on Lake Shore Drive. Haley says, “I’m totally not in the mood for this.”

Haley: “When I grow up I want to be…” thinks for awhile…”A mommy.” Awwwww…

Lindsey, sitting on my lap after dinner where she guzzled down her second chocolate milk of the day: “Mommy, you’re my little chocolate milk.” Hmmm…