This morning during history Peter got excited when he heard the word "Italian" since Mario is Italian. He even wrote an "M" over Italy on his map. Then he asked me if Mario was real. I want to be honest with my children but I hate crushing their enthusiasm so I said, "as real as Mickey Mouse." He took  as a "yes"....

I'm glad the kids love doing history. Eliza has been begging for us to begin.

Peter, while visiting Terracotta Warriors. "Is this creepy China?"

Norah last night, "Can we have the cousins over for for Fourth of July? That day is very special to me because it was the day I became psychic." I did not see that coming.

Yesterday we finally had a warm sunny day so Peter and I were outside. He wanted to show me how he had moved the little bench to be inside the play set house and sat me down on it. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my waist. Then he said, "Wait right here, I'll be right back." and went into the house periodically glancing backwards to make sure I wasn't going to leave. He came back with two water bottles and two goldfish cracker pouches so we sat on that bench and had a little picnic.

"So, how are you feeling?" he sweetly asked. I loved that he was starting a conversation and asking about me.

Later I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said, "umm....fourteen?"

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We can't get peter to stop writing on walls. Mostly he draws Mario and Luigi and other things from that game but lately he has been drawing "wall DS's." He's also sounding out words so it's hard to be completely upset.

Peter: Derek, give me the remote! You are a man of duty!

I think he means, "relieved of duty."

Derek: I don't know why, but when I grow up I just want to own a country.

(First of all, who says that? Only children of Dominte.)

Me: Just a country?
Derek:
Yah, Megan gets to rule the world.

(That's some sibling respect for ya.)

Peter is singing "Piggyback Rider!" (Paperback Writer.)

Peter: Is it okay if I have three Mitroclorian Pills? (We've temporarily been giving him a Melitonian to help get him in a better sleep schedule.)

Me: Um, yeah, you're not supposed to, but you'll be okay.

Peter: I had three, four, five, six. (Goes and gets bottle.) Can you hide this where I can't find it?

FYI: His estimate of how many he had can't be deemed as accurate, and I knew he wasn't in danger because Becca had previously eaten almost a whole bottle and the poison control center didn't seem concerned when Carrie called them.