Oh you lucky people

You are fortunate that my fleeting thought of blogging about anal seepage and barf boogers has passed and that I will now just tell you about my children. You are welcome.

Aurelia, on having her nails trimmed: " I not 'joying this."

Aurelia begs her brother to have a wedding with her until he gives in. He mumbles "Alright, we're married." She replies, " No we're not. We didn't dance."

Aurelia blames her flatulence on one of her many dolls... Daniel pipes up with " Um, that would be pretty much impossible, unless one of them got a real butt."

Daniel and Aurelia, in harmony, every five seconds non-stop "Can I have (insert starchy treat here)?"