Hayley and Kate Minter

We had a pizza delivered to the house for dinner tonight.  When I answered the door, the girls were bouncing right behind me, excited about the food.  As I was signing the slip of paper to pay for our meal, I heard Kate’s little voice pipe up behind me.

“It’s a monkey, Mama, it’s a monkey!”

I can only hope the delivery man could not understand her.  He didn’t seem to have a reaction to what she said and I ignored her.  (The poor man was not good-looking, but I don’t think he looked that much like a monkey.)

You just never know what’s going to come out of your kids’ mouths and how embarrassed it will make you.

Kate often makes us laugh with the things she says.

The other day, Grandma Queen’s iPod was sitting on the end table by the couch.  Kate tried to get it, but I told her that she couldn’t play with that, it was Grandma’s.  Kate said, very seriously, “If it’s Grandma’s, it’s mine.”  That really cracked me up.

This morning, like nearly every morning, especially since Halloween, Kate wanted some candy.  She knows she can’t have candy before breakfast, but she always asks anyway.  She took my hands and said, again seriously, “Can I have some candy?  Don’t say no.  Let me have some candy.”  It’s hard to say no to those blue eyes, and it’s even harder not to chew the insides of my cheeks to pieces as I fight not to laugh at what she says.