Vermont Lines

V has recently decided to make a Santa voice and to tell people what they are getting. In his thick voice, he tells A: You want a princess? Behave! After interrogating him further this is what he/Santa is bringing different people: Baby M: a sculpture, E: an octopus, abuela S: medicina, abuela I: medicina, Me and tía C: a necklace... to be continued.

When I asked V if the monster (his meltdown) had left: Yes, someone was not listening to me.

V when M said: None of your business to him: I am learning about it.

In car, V to A: Are you happy?
A: No.
V: Why?
A: Because I am mad.
V: Oh.
A: I said, I am very mad!

J trying to spend abuelo R's money at the bookstore: What the hell is tax?

A: Why isn't (baby) M talking to me?

Me to J: You can skip shower
V to me: I am going to skip bedtime. And I am going to skip piano.

J (and others) still refer to the midgets as "the babies." A inquired: What babies?

A, as she resisted me putting her to bed: I am going to sneak downstairs and surprise papi!

J as we left for Vermont: Is this summer vacation?

J: Is being a parent hard?
M: What do you think?
J: No, all you do is drink coca cola.