Ideas In Their Heads

Jillson: Mom, I need a sorry.
Gutsy Mom: A sorry? For what?
Jillson: So I can be an Indian princess.
Gutsy Mom: Oh, you need a sari?
Jillson: Yeeees, Mom, a sari.

Exasperated by my slowness, she runs to my closet and brings back a pashmina, then shows me how to drape it over herself correctly, with one arm exposed.

Then, the little one comes flying around the corner, takes one look at big sister's get-up and asks "Is it pickle time?"  Without waiting for an answer she does her little happy dance while squealing "Pickle Time!  Pickle Time!"

I may not know what the heck is going on either, but at least I can't say it's boring around here.

Apparently, We Had Nothing Better To Do

I will say that it started with the girls asking to play indoors in their bathing suits.  After that, I am not really sure what happened.

Is There a Word for "Cuter Than Cute?"