Yep, She Said It

Picture this.  My best friend from high school who ALWAYS decides to go to Branson instead of Springfield, finally comes up to eat lunch with us. I load the girls up and head to the mall and it decides to pour down uncontrollable amounts of rain. I have on TOMS and flare leg jeans. Cue soaked feet and water up to my knees. Amelia has on flip flops. I carry both girls into the mall, RUNNING through the puddles mind you, and I enter the doors soaked and have a girl on each hip. As I am blowing my pasted bangs out of my face, a happy little worker says, "You like free sample?" as she waves the sweet and sour chicken in my face.

Me: "Um, yeah sure, just pop it in."

Worker: Losing her huge smile, she leans over like I am diseased and attempts to put the free sample in my mouth, all the while clutching the toothpick.  Loud nervous laughter.

Amelia: As it gets close to my mouth and consequently, Amelia's mouth, she yells, "That STINKS SO BAD."

Me: "Nevermind."

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A:  Yelling in some question to me about princess jewelery.
M:  Not responding because I am not quite sure how I want to answer yet.
A:  "Hey, do you have a kitten in your mouth?"
M:  "Excuse me?"
A:  "Yeah, you know when someone doesn't talk to you and you ask them if they have a kitten in their mouth?"
M:  Dying laughing.  "Yes, sweetie, you ask them if the cat has their tongue."
A:  "That's what I said."
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We took Amelia to Dixie Cafe for the first time and she loved it.   Her G and Pa came up to take her to dinner and when she was asked where she wanted to go, she replied, "Umm Pixie Dust Cafe.  I love that place." 

Oh, to have your world revolve around pixie dust :)
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We have had several really warm days and all of us busted out our shorts.
A:  "Mom, something is wrong with your legs."
M:  "What do you mean?"
A:  "Well keep them away from me because they are very poky."
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I was telling Elise how great her painting was and this followed...

A:  "What about mine?"
M:  "It's nice too, but Elise is taking extra time to use a lot of colors."
A:  "Well since I'm older, everything I do will always be better than hers.  That's good, right?"
Me: "Oh dear..."  Launched into huge speech about age having nothing to do with effort.  I'm sure it was well received and sunk in.