Elijah (2.5): "We don't eat swords, we eat lunch."
Ethan (6.5): "Wouldn't it be neat if our house was made of marshmallows" (said while eating - though not marshmallows)
Elijah: "When I get big I can be a dada (daddy) and do botions (devotions) and gyve (drive)."
Elijah: "When I'm dix and a have (six and a half), I be E-sin (Ethan)."
Elijah: "I'm a widdle baby, I need nursey milk."
Elijah: "When my deeth (teeth) ball (fall) out, I can have more nursey milk."
Elijah: "When I get big I can be a pweece man (policeman) and be mad and put people in gail (jail)"
Then yesterday while I was brushing my teeth I heard Ethan screaming in pain. I rushed down the hall to find him at the bottom of the stairs. From what I understand, Elijah had gotten upset that Ethan was going upstairs, so he tackled him as Ethan was going up and bit him in the back. Poor Ethan has quite a large bite mark (it even drew a little blood) on his back, in spite of wearing a turtleneck and a t-shirt.
It was one of "those days."
So much for being concerned about coyote attacks in your yard when you're not even safe in your own house?