Attitude at the dinner table

(This is a not-so-cute quote, but one worth documenting.)

At dinner recently my husband was telling our oldest to stop talking so that he could eat.  Our youngest said to Daddy, without missing a beat and with a bit of attitude, "YOU'RE talking."

Oh dear.  I have two argumentative and defensive peas-in-a-pod.  Lord, please help me.  When they start plotting together against me, I hope somebody has my back.

From the daughter

"Mommy, when I'm running, my cheeks start bumping."

As relayed to me by her caregiver

My daughter's caregiver called me this morning, only about 20 minutes after I dropped her off.  She told me my daughter said I was sick and that she needed to go home and be with me.  What a precious little thing she is!

"I can't hug you"

My middle child was holding his arms in a careful, sheltered way this morning when he woke up.  He said they were hurting.  He told me not to squeeze them, because that would make it hurt worse.

I said, "Okay, I'll just hug you." 

MC: "I can't hug you back; it will hurt too much." 

Me: "That's alright, you can hug me with your heart." 

MC: "How do you do that?"