Tid-bits

"So how do you get to Heaven after you die? Oh. I know....does someone pick up your skeleton and throw you up the sky?" - my Man, just speaking out loud.

"Love makes me grow." - my Man, after receiving a couple of smooches from me. Divine tune to ears I'd say!

"A pink horse. Ok! Let's do it! Let's get a pink horse. Not for big boys, for big girls, like me..." - my Belle, still trying in her sweet way to get over not being old enough to go for horse-riding classes like her big bro.

"Is he a private part?" - when I reminded my Man for the umpteenth time not to touch the aarongator (so as not to share his cold germs with his lil bro). A disconnect in communication, obviously.