...and Chloe, too

It is currently 80-some-odd degrees outside and quite humid. Chloe is wearing a *long-sleeved* pink shirt. Her reason? It matches her skirt. Okay, fine.

But then, when told to put her jacket away (we're cleaning up the living room), she puts it on, instead.

"Chloe," I ask, "why are you wearing a jacket when it's 80 degrees outside?"

Her reason?

"I need pockets for all my stuff!"

Noah-isms

fip-fops = flip-flops
wapple = waffle
starbilly = strawberry
zreba (yes, you read that right) = zebra
vernilla = vanilla= ice cream of any flavor ("Noah, do you want ice cream?" "Yay! Vernilla!")
ABC = H.E.B.
I want to soft you/him/her = I want to give you a soft pat (this is used when Noah has hurt someone, inadvertantly or on purpose, to show we're sorry. For example: "I'm sorry, Daddy. Let me soft you." or "Noah, don't pull Bob's tail; leave him alone." "No, I want to soft him.")

Also, a related list:
Things You Never Thought You'd Say

Don't put your sucker in your toes.
Don't eat your sister.
Don't lick the cat.
No, I don't have a penis.

Pictures of the completed living room (new furniture and all) are forthcoming. I'm waiting till we get our pictures hung, unless that takes too long.