That's Not Very Nice

Poor Carolyn has been hit with every bug that comes around lately. On the night of Thanksgiving she sat up in bed (she was in my bed) and got sick all over. After we got everything cleaned up, she laid on the floor with a bucket. In the morning she was pretty well over it.

But since then she's been so funny when talking about it. She says, "I don't want to puke anymore." I agree with her and she says in her serious voice, "I don't want to puke in a bucket." No, but it's better than puking on my bed. To which she tells me, "Oh no, that's not very nice."

Speaking of not nice, the other night on the news they were telling about how four dogs were stolen. Eleanor was very concerned asking "Who's dogs are they?", "Who took them?", "Why?" (don't you love 4-year-olds) Finally she just looked at me with her shoulders shrugged, shaking her head, and she "Well those guys probably won't get many presents." Can you tell we've been using the old "Santa's Watching" threat lately :)

Those are my girls...