I Changed My Mind

Henry walks over to Adam with his hands cupped like he's holding a bowl.
Henry: Aaaaoooomm. [He motions like he is eating something from what he is holding]
Henry: Dada, I changed my mind. I put a new mind in my mouth and here's my old mind. Please hold my mind so I don't lose it.
Adam: Ooohh, Okay. [Adam takes Henry's mind carefully and holds it in his hands.]
Adam: Where should we put it?
Henry: I don't know.
Adam: Let's put it where Peter can't get it. How about up on the piano.
Henry: Yeah! Please put my mind on the piano where Peter won't get it.

Adam walks over and puts Henry's old mind with his rock collection where he won't lose it.

Quick Sunday and Bless Yous

Lydia: "Every Sunday when I get to talk in church it's called 'quick Sunday'"
Mary (after thinking for a few minutes): "You mean 'fast Sunday'?"
Lydia: "Yup"
(Adam had told Lydia about fast Sunday after getting home from church and she had gone up to bear her testimony in church that day)

Henry: "Henry bless you-d twice! ... Mommy should tell Henry, 'bless you bless you'."

Because Why!

Adam: Why are you making that face?
Henry: Because why?

later...

Lydia does something absurd...

Mary: Why did you do that?
Lydia: Because
Mary: Because why?
Lydia: Because I felt like it! (the most likely answer for a 4-year old)
Adam in his head: Ohhhh, now I understand Henry, he learned that from Mommy!

Sneeze

Henry: Achoooo
Lydia: Bleech. Mom, Henry Bless You-ed on me!

Henry Scratched Me With His Teeth

Lydia and Henry have been getting baths together lately because it's easier than trying to keep one of them out. Henry is getting more protective of his space and both Lydia and Henry are enjoying playing together more often. The other day Lydia was getting into Henry's personal space and pushing him with her elbow and shoulder. Henry, who usually just takes the abuse and pushes back with one hand or sucks his thumb and hopes she will go away, instead pulled a fast reversal and pushed her onto all fours, double handed karate chopped her across the back and then promptly bit her left shoulder blade.

I must admit that she had it coming and I was a little proud of my little guy, but biting is almost never the answer.

Lydia in between whimpers: Henry scratched me in a strange way...wah...Henry scraaatched me with his teeth!

Horses in Their Car Seats

Was driving Lydia in the car several months ago. (Mary usually drives)
Lydia: You're 'tending (pretending) to be Mama.
Adam: 'Cause I'm sitting in Mama's seat?
Lydia: Yeah, and there are horses pulling the car and baby horses buckled in their car seats, and the mama horses are pulling the car!
(Don't know if we talked about horse power, or if she was just into horses at the time)

Funeral Home

Took the kids walking in our new town today. We walked by the local funeral home and I told Lydia that it was a building they used to have a church-like meeting after somebody dies to remember them before they are buried.
Lydia:Why?
Adam: So they can remember them before they bury them.
Lydia: Why do they bury them?
Adam: That's just what they do with dead bodies...so they don't stink.
Lydia: Can we go try it out?
Adam: No.
Lydia: Why?
Adam: We can go try it out after we both have had a long, fulfilling life. Look at that building over there (subject change)...