Stream of Consciousness

I don't know why God gave such an introverted person such loud, extroverted children. They talk ALL THE TIME. Really. Mason doesn't even care if anyone is listening. Today he told me all about his plan to have helium-filled flying penguins patrol his business in the night. They will have microchips and cameras and can summon the police.

Other notable quotes from the day:
"Which word do you like better, 'rocks' or 'rules'?" Me: "Uh, rocks." "Oh, yeah, right. 'Cause I don't want to be a dictator."

"Ooh! That was one messed up car. Do you think someone ran into it head on, and then they carried it to wherever they were shopping, or what?" ("What?!")

Ella, "Mom, when we get home, can we go outside and garden something?"

Mason: "Mom, when I'm grown, I want a poodle."
Me: "Fletcher says poodles stink. They need a lot of baths."
"Well, you're no bed of roses, either."
"Mason, you're funny."
"What?!? I'm not trying to be funny!"
"I know, that's why you are."

While dropping Ella Grace off at her Girl Scout Thinking Day, Mason snagged a piece of Korean candy. "I call it 'blue star candy' 'cause I can't read Korean. It's just star thing inside a weird rectangle on top of a tree with a broken branch, then a little circle where the end of it goes shang and cuts it in half, then this y looking thing that goes shwong and then ding, then this straight line thing, then there's another line-lookin thing that goes zhang-ding-ding-zhang-zhang-zhang, then 'candy'."

Just now, while I was writing, he came hop-flopping through the kitchen, slipped, and fell right on his arm. "Stupid flat shoes! Why do they make these?!? Oh, my GOOD arm!" It is VERY hard not to laugh.