oh, the lies

My girls like to fib. This morning, Bella came in to get me up after Steven left for work. She said, "Daddy say we don't eat tuptakes, we throw them in trash can," cleverly, I mumbled, "What?" She repeated her sentence and then added that we should eat them before Daddy threw them out. "Daddy say we tan eat them for becktess." I laughed and said that I did not think Daddy said we should eat cupcakes for breakfast. She continued to insist that we should eat them, and soon, or else it was the trash can for them.

A few weeks ago my friend, Amy, watched the girls while I worked out. They were over at Amy's friend's house, who has a baby that still nurses. So when I picked them up, Goo was filling me in on what they had done; she said she had told them about when she was born and had the "heart boo-boo." She said then Amy hugged her and gave her too much love. I asked how you could get too much love. She went on to say that Amy had swaddled her like an infant and made her take a bottle...because you know, the friend's baby still drank out of a bottle. After that, Amy tried to rock her to sleep, according to Goo. Amy's pretty funny, so I could see her joking around and wrapping her up, although forcing a bottle on her seemed a little much; however, if Goo was begging for a bottle and wanting to pretend to be a baby, well, maybe...Talking later, though, Amy did give her lots of hugs but everything else was completely made up.