FROM THE MOUTHS OF CHILDREN

I was getting Kiana some cereal the other morning and asked her what kind she wanted. Now, keep in mind as you read her response, we had large hay bales in our living room view all winter. They were often covered with snow on the tops. She looked up at me, did this little dance around the bar and started singing "Snowy hay bales, snowy hay bales, snowy hay bales." Interpreted: frosted mini wheats. Wish I got that one on tape!

Yesterday, Evan finished up the crown moulding on my kitchen cupboards. Joel walked in the kitchen and said, "The cupboards are wearing hats!"