It'll Be Sad Then, Too

Daughter emerged from her bedroom at 10pm the other night, sobbing.
Us: What on earth is wrong?
Daughter: When I'm in 4th grade, my brother will be in a different schoooooool!

The next day, she and I discussed her worries in more detail. She doesn't really understand what comes after twelfth grade (we hope), as evidenced by this exchange:
Daughter: So, when I'm in Middle School he will be too?
Me: Yes. And then he'll go to High School.
Daughter: Without me?!
Me: You'll go there and he will still be there.
Daughter: Oh, so when I'm in 9th grade, he'll be in... 11th?
Me: Yep.
Daughter: And when I'm in 10th grade, he'll be in ... How high does it go?
Me: Twelve. 12th grade.
So, when I'M in 12th grade, he'll be dead?

It Didn't Go Well In the Princess Bride...

Son: Mom! I have a great idea for an April Fool's joke.
Me: Wow. You have months to plan that.
Son: I know! Well, I tried some of the candy from the Spanish store, and it had chili powder in it. I could take some of that to school for the whole class, and me too. So nobody would suspect a thing!
Me: But then you'd be eating it too, right?
Son: Well that's it. I'd have developed an immunity to it. Do you have a bit of chili powder? I need to have a small amount, every day.
Me: ...

Love Notes

The children got to decorate the front porch, and yard, for Halloween. They then created a carnival style game, beta tested it with each other, and then invited us to try our hand (25 cents for three tries, and a few freebies thrown in).

Then, in an apparent fit of gratitude, they sat down in bed together and wrote us a card. It reads (with a few hearts sprinkled in):

"Dear Mom and Dad.
We love you guys. And girls.
We really, really love you guys.
And girls."

And then, they signed it.

How cool is that?

I've Been Spanked By a Boy Scout

Grocery store dude: Paper or plastic?
Me: [fatal pause] ...
Son: Paper! [turns to me]: Plastic stays in the landfill for ages. Paper is much better for the environment. [Narrowing eyes in accusatory fashion]: And you know that!

Oh, So That's How That Sounds

Daughter: Mom, we need more potions stuff.
Me: I told you I would help when I was finished unpacking groceries and have had a minute to use the restroom.
Daughter, to Son and Playdate: She said "she'd be there in a minute, for once in a million years!"

Words To Live By

Son [dispensing words of wisdom from personal experience]:

Mom. When you have a mild concussion, a kid really likes having a bit of sugar. It takes my mind off the headache, for just a second. It's like: "Mmm! Taste! Ow."

Like Apollo 13, But With More Duct Tape

You take this:

And one each, of these:

You send this guy to the office, for boxes:

And you can make this: a cat condo, with 3 storeys, a big-screen TV, and a gift shop in the lobby.