Miami Fashion

Since we got here M has been covering herself in jewels from head to toe (two of her three aunts are away at sleep away camp and she is taking full advantage) with a pink brimmed hat and other accessories to complete her Miami fashion. Today we went to the mall and as I browsed at the Gap and she molested the mannequins and added scarves to them, she asked me if I was looking for "that magic touch." This girl cracks me up. Needless to say, I bought a couple of items on sale, none of which look great on me- there is no magic touch when you are flaccid with as J reminded me "a fat belly like when you had the babies in you." What a peach.

Some more interesting lines that I have jotted down since we got here:

J told me that he was going to be taller than me when he was 100. I told him I would be dead. He sadly asked "who will take me to get my shots then?"

As I pumped milk for the babies, M cheered "pump girl pump."

When I agreed to something that she wanted, "How can I thank you? I will do anything you want."

As we drove away from the airport J asked as he pointed to my dad "Who is that guy driving?"

When I told J something he did not want to do he told me that his "ears are not working" and " I hate mothers who talk like that."

As I jotted this all down, M asked if I was putting it on Facebook. When I asked her what that was, she confidently replied "a place where you horde messages.":

M asked me about believing in g-d; "do you have to choose one side?"

J asked me if he could take "hide and seek classes."