We've heard it all now... I hope!

Today Ma babysat Brenley and while here she cleaned the whole house, including the floors! (Thank you, Ma!)
When I got home from school, I brought home supper and as we were eating, Kyle said,

"Look, Verna, Piseag is ruining your clean floor!"

Miss Brenley proceeds to stop eating supper all together and heads out to investigate Piseag's mess. She walks over to the edge of the hardwood and looks:

"Holy Jesus...Piseag is making a mess on your clean floor, Ma!"

Good Lord. Just as it would sound coming out of Ma's mouth.

Nothing is sacred anymore!

"I don't know where you got her?!!?!?"

... that's what Grammie in Scotsville said. We wonder sometimes, too!

Brenley farts at Grammie's house. "Brenley, did you fart?" "Yes." "Well say
'excuse me'!"
"No, I only say 'scuse me when I burp."

Mamaidh bends down to tie Brenley's shoe and burps. "Excuse Me," Mamaidh says. "Mamaidh, you say 'excuse me'?"
"Yeah."
"Good girl, Mamaidh!"

At my grand-uncle's 80th birthday party. "I no like this party!" (all grumpy!)
After about another 15 minutes or so, we leave. Once Brenley gets in the
car, she starts BAWLING and CRYING:
"That party no good. Me no like it!"
"Why, Brenley?!"
"Cuz there's no fiddle music there and me can't stet-dance! Oh Man, me no
like it!"
(the crying continued from Gardiner Mines to downtown
Sydney!)

Yep... that's our little lady. Oh... and all of a sudden she's toilet trained. She decided on Wednesday that she wanted to wear panties. Yep... and now it's done. Only one little accident in how many days.

Parenting isn't all that hard when they parent themselves!