I am cleaning R’s ears.
R – Eew! Look at the wax! It’s so dirty!
Mom– Yeah, your ears were pretty grimy.
R — The wax protects my ears, right?
Mom — Right. It traps dirt so it won’t go deep in your ear.
R — That’s why it looks so dirty and yellow.
Mom — I guess.
R — What color is wax when it’s clean?
On our way home from school, I make dinner arrangements with a friend from work over the phone, then call Dad to finalize the details.
B — What?! Is someone coming over for dinner?
Mom — Yes. Pastor L is coming over.
R and B — Yay!!!
R — It’s gonna be a lovely day!
In the car, on the way home from school.
B — … it was Connecticut skin color.
R — Right. But we have California skin color.
B — Right! ‘Cause we were born in California!
Mom– B, what is Connecticut skin color?
B — It’s sort of like peachy.
R — It’s pale.
B — Yeah, sort of like whitish pinkish.
Mom — What’s California skin color?
R — You know… brown!
B — Like us!
In the bathroom.
B — Did you see my poop, Mom?! It was huge! (Then, proudly) That was a man poop!
B, to Mom — You always say “Ee-hee-tow” to me. What does it mean?
Mom — “Hijito” means “little son”.
B — Is it Spanish?
Mom — Yes.
B — Oh. I thought you made up that word.
A decoration left on the table after breakfast, courtesy of R & B. Because when the inspiration hits, they act on it.