I start with a couple of Saltyisms:
I come into the room with freshly showered and combed hair and pick Salty up from his crib.
Salty: Ooooh! Mommy’s a handsome fellow. Handsome fellow.
I’m standing at the kitchen island while all the kids are sitting down to lunch.
Salty: Sit down! Sit. Down!
Salty: Good boy, Mommy.
Snuggling watching Sarah 101 (interior design show) with Fluffy in my bed.
Me: Ow! You kicked me.
Fluffy: No, that was just my knee. It didn’t know where it was going. It doesn’t have eyes, you know.
Making up rhymes with Daddy
Fluffy: Dancing’s fun, I do declare. But I can see your underwear!