Who's Tough Now?

Rebecca was swinging her legs in the grocery cart the other day--hard. And since Rich was pushing the cart ummm, you know. He had to walk it off for a while, poor guy. A few days later they were talking about her bruises. "It's okay," she said, "I'm a little tough." She says that whenever she falls down lately.

"You get that from me," Dad said. "I'm tough, too."

"How come you weren't tough when I kicked you at the grocery store?"

And in other news:

"Hot hot lava is stuff that's really, really hot that turns into solid rock."

"Who told you that?"

"Daddy. He told me and now I know it better than him."

And yesterday she asked for water balloons, but I told her it was too cold. She immediately grabbed the hose and sprayed it right up my skirt. Then, on her way to timeout, she started screaming, "WAIT!! Can I tell you the TRUTH??" (The truth is you sprayed water up my skirt.) After time out, I let her tell me. Turns out the "truth" was that she was using the hose as a water balloon since I wouldn't give her one.