Potty Mouth

The three kids got to have a sleepover at Ammi Kiki and Papa Joe's house last weekend. This is always an exciting event for the everyone involved. Reasons as follows:

1.) Ammie and Papa get to be entertained with all the fun stuff the kids say and do.

2.)Big Daddy and I get to have a lovely little dinner date at a fancy schmancy restaurant.

3.)The kids get to stay up later than usual.

4.)The kids get to sleep in sleeping bags, eat some junk, the works.

However it seems that my sweet little Sophie who is always so full of love is having a little issue. I mean, I don' t know where she gets it, I just don't know where she hears this from.

Let me just tell you the story I got from Ammie Kiki while driving to one of my favorite shopping destinations. The destination is JoAnn's Fabrics. I'm a natural Martha Stewart at heart.
Other than not having the knack for envisioning the perfect curtain color, or creating yummy mini torts, or arranging a flower vase, I'm so her!

So in driving to my fav spot, my mother in law through uncontrollable bits of laughter tells me this:

So the kids were hungry and they wanted pizza. So I have those flour tortillas, and made mini pepperoni pizza's and I had cut them in cute little triangles. (giggle giggle)

So Eva was downstairs doing her thing. And it was just Joey and Sophie sitting at the island. (giggle giggle) So I'm at the sink with my back turned to the kids, (giggle giggle) and Sophie says, and she sounded just like you! (giggle giggle) I mean I could hear the words coming out of your mouth! So she says (giggle giggle) I mean JUST like you. (giggle giggle)...this is too funny...she says...

What the hell is on this pizza? (We are both cracking up now) Just in the cutest little voice of hers... and I just couldn't even turn around to say anything I was laughing so hard! (We are both dying laughing now.) She sounded just like you!

Oh good gracious! Do I say "what the hell" often? If I do, I don't even realize it!
And then to top off that one. The same day I get this story, I'm sitting here at my computer, typing away, like I do, and those damn birds bam into my front window daily. Scares the bejesus out of me, leaves marks on the front windows, those crazy, kamikazee, kooky flying bag of feathers...

BAM!

Did you hear that Sophie?

She is lying on the floor next to me, a pencil in one hand and a pen in the other, they are talking to each other, saving the world or something. She looks up at me, gets up, goes to the window to inspect the situation. She looks out..."those damn birds." My jaw drops. Really?... Really Sophie?

I mean where in the hell does she get this crap? I have no damn idea!

Do you?