Driving up to Chick-Fil-A in Shreveport, Carly saw a lady with a car full of little kids kissing her husband as he was (presumably, he was wearing a tie) back to work....Carly said "Oh gross. Well listen, Mommy, to get married to someone you have to kiss them ON THE LIPS! And that is yuck. And you get germs."
And then, after driving around looking for a park, we pulled up to this measley little two-swing playground and Carly said, "Mom. This park is NOT awesome. Can we just go on to Beeda's and I'll imagine in my brain that we went to a cool park? That is a good plan, right?"
And just now...Bree is walking around looking at me and Amanda saying... "EAT!" and clapping her hands because we're talking about dinner. Hi-freaking-larious. =)