Funny lines from growing girls

So, today I found out some candy recipes call for paraffin wax. "Paraffin wax!" I exclaimed at the dinner table. "That's like eating a candle!"

Chris replied, "Well, would you prefer beeswax?"

"Yes!" I said, thinking that its relation to honey made it more edible.

Saja piped up with her own suggestion. "How about earwax?!"

Can we just say... YUMMY!

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The other day, the kids were in the car watching a DVD cartoon about Jesus' death and resurrection. I, of course, couldn't see the movie, because I was driving. I actually wasn't even really listening to the movie either.

Kora yelled from the back, "Mom! I thought Jesus was strong!"

I said, "He was strong, dear."

She said, "Then why didn't he just break the rope and run away?"

I discerned she was questioning the part where the Roman soldiers carry Jesus away from the Garden of Gethsemane after Judas' kiss... and then I bumbled around. "Um, ah, because he... Um. Kora, he chose to be born as a baby so he could die for our sins."

She said, "You mean he WANTED to die?!"

"Yes," I said, "because he wants us to live with him forever in Heaven, and that was the only way to make it happen. He loves us that much!"

Kora replied, "I don't like to die. I would have broken the rope and run away."

Well, at least we're not in danger of her helping herself get to Heaven sooner than she's meant to!

Wings and Wet Pants

Yesterday, we drove to Cleveland to visit Chris' sister at a McDonald's for the specific purpose of letting the children play while we visited relatively uninterrupted. Although it had rained, I thought the outdoor playground would be somewhat dry because the slides were tubes. It wasn't.

The kids played anyway. They soaked themselves gleefully.

Later, I overheard this conversation:

Kora: "I wish I had wings."

Saja: "Why?"

Kora: "Because my pants are wet."

Saja: "What?"

Kora: "So then I could fly home and change."

Saja: "Why don't you just wish for dry pants?"

Hell... and the path thereto

Today, I spotted Kora and David hovering over the floor vent in the dining room. David had removed the massive, unsecured vent cover, revealing the cold, gray tube snaking down into the basement. (This, of course, is against the rules.) As I walked by, Kora looked up, not with ashamed repentance, but with true bewilderment. "Mom," she asked, puzzled, looking down the vent, "is this the path to, um, Hell?"

Excuse me while I stifle a laugh.