More fly-talk

While at the grocery store today with Sav:
"Ooooh Mom, look! Cheetos!!!! Those are my favorite. Will you get some? PLEEEEASE?"
"No, sweetie. I'm not getting you any chips or cheetos."
"Why not?"
"Because they aren't healthy and it's my responsibility to make sure we have healthy food at our house to put in your body."
"I guess I should ask Dad to get them for me."
"How come?"
"Because he's not in charge of me being healthy. He's like a kid!"

Oh, out of the mouths of babes!

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Savannah's aside to me while we're on speakerphone with Daddy and he mentions we should get a puppy...

"Mom, I know what we can do! We can pray that God will make you not allergic anymore so we can get a puppy! Isn't that a great idea?"

Answered prayers or not, we're never getting a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a parrot. Period.
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"Cade, baseball starts today, are you excited?"
"Oh Mooooom! Can't you just sign me OFF? I don't want to play baseball!"

Keep in mind this is about his same reaction the first time we put him in soccer and now he loves it. Time will tell.

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"Mom, I need to talk to you. It's really scary. It's what I've been thinking about for a long time."
"What is it?"
"What would I do if Dad got killed and then you got shot?"
"Well, you would live with one of your aunts and uncles and they'd take care of you and Savannah and Ruby."
"But I don't know their phone number. How would they know to come get us?  And how would they know how to get to Hillcrest? Uncle Jake doesn't know where Hillcrest is. Neither do Randy or Kristen. Only Melody and Rebecca know."

That was just the beginning of the long and honest conversation I had with Cade tonight. You'd think with my kids talking about bombs and us getting killed and shot that we read bedtime stories akin to Rambo before going to bed each night.  My first instinct was to just tell him not to worry about it because I wasn't going to die and that sort of thing would never happen. But I realized as safe as we feel in our little bubble, I could never promise that something awful wouldn't ever happen to us. So then I explained that we have an important piece of paper that tells everyone who is in charge of the kids and leaves enough money to take care of them. Cade was still concerned the authorities wouldn't be able to contact his aunts or uncles because he didn't have their phone number. So I promised I'd print out a sheet with all of our families names and numbers on it so if something ever did happen, he could call them. He seemed at ease after that, interestingly enough. I have learned it's much better to talk plainly with the kids than try and avoid or brush uncomfortable things under the rug.