C and L Child were "working out" on Friday (translate: they are lifting my weights on my yoga mat). I overheard this conversation:
C: You know, Liam, if you work out every day, you'll grow big and old.
(They work out a bit. Casen has them stand next to each other to see who is taller.)
L: Casen, am I still three?
C: Uh, yes.
L: How old are you now, Casen?
L: No you aren't.
C: Yes, yes, I am, Liam.
I had the boys come into Button's room at bedtime and told them they could sing her a song (she was fussy due to teething; I was waiting for the Tylenol to kick in for the poor girl).
Casen's song choice? Patty cake.
L (in his sing-song voice): Trick or Treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you - ....
Me: You aren't gonna finish it?
L (whispering): Because it says, "I'll pull down your underwear."
Me: Guess that's inappropriate for her?
L: Yes it is.
And thus starts big brother's rules for his little sister. Rule #1: She can't sing or listen to inappropriate songs.