If you ask nicely and you don't get what you want, try more aggressively.

I was pretty sure that Quincy's prayere wouldn't be answered to her liking, I was right. I started to prepare myself for "Why didn't Heavenly Father kill the mosquitos?" She didn't bother to ask. The next day, when we were walking out to our car and they came buzzing she walked right to the middle of the road (obviously she was more visible from heaven there), and put her arms straight down her sides and her head all the way back so she looked like a gymnast just finishing a routine. Then she yelled toward the sky "JESUS! KILL THESE MOSQUITOS. I HATE THEM. KILL. THEM. ALL."

My Childs Prayer

Here's what Quincy had to say last night:
"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for our blessings. Please kill all de mosquitos. You shouldn't have made them on this whirl-ld. They sting us. Please kill dem. Amen."

My Child, An "Urchin"?

Quincy and I love to read these books by Lauren Child. They are about a brother and sister, and they always start with the sentence "I have this little sister Lola. She is small and very funny." Anyway, I mention that because it seems like I start alot of posts with something like "My sister Julia......"

I have this little sister Julia, she is taller than me (everyone in my family is) and very funny (most people in my family are). I think she likes it when I mention her on my blog. In fact, I think she schemes of ways to get me to mention her on my blog. Lately she's going a little farther than necessary in this attempt. She told me that my lovely blue-eyed, golden-haired, button-nosed daughter looks like an urchin.

It went down like this. I posted a picture of her on my last post. The next day, I get a text asking me what size shoes Quincy wears. A few hours later, when I was talking to Julia on the phone, she told me that "Quincy looked like an Urchin" in the last picture I posted, and that "it looks like her toes are about to pop out of those shoes." That's why she was asking about shoe sizes. She was going to take matters into her own hands, she thoughtful that way - last year Quincy got a package of new socks when Julia decided I was neglectful because Quincy's socks looked to small to her. Anyway, it's a good thing that I was on my way home from purchasing both of my children two new pairs each of shoes at the time Julia enlightened me, otherwise I would have felt bad. Okay, it's true, Quincy's shoes were looking a little worn - I had just been waiting for Payless to have another "Buy One Get One 1/2 Price Sale," and they are now. Anyway, we still love you Julia, even if you think we look urchin-ish.

I could understand this being called urchan-ish.

On another note, here's the latest thing that Quincy's done that totally cracked me up. Last night after they had their baths, Quincy was watching Max get dried off when she proclaimed:

"Eeewwww. I'm never going to marry a man (yes she used the word man) wiss ( her pronunciation) a naked pee-pee under his pants!"

The boy with a naked pee-pee under his pants. He's proud of it.