Don't sting me!

Kaia has been saying, "Don't sting me!" a lot recently.

I finally figured out she was talking about being shocked from static electricity.

I love how little ones use words they know to describe something unfamiliar.

More on marriage...

While looking at Daddy's and Mommy's wedding pictures this morning:

Kaia: I want to get married, too, when I'm a big girl.

Mommy: You do? That's great! When you're 30!

K: Yeah, with Grant!

Daddy: With Grant?

K: Yeah, he's my friend. He hits me all the time.

Daddy: Um...

Kaia is praying...

...and I don't think anything could be any cuter.

Some things she has said in her prayers this week:

We bless that Mommy will stay home from seminary.

We bless that Baby Owen will be 5.

Thankful that Daddy works and does not come home until after dinner.

We bless that we will have no night times (nightmares).

Thankful that my Elsa doll that is Zoey's could come in the car with me but not into Target or into Zoey's school or into the bathtub.

We bless that Baby Owen will not be a baby any more.

We bless the food and that we can play at the Clawson's house for a little bit and then go home and not go to bed for two minutes.

We bless that Grant will not hit me and that I will not hit Grant in the nursery.

We bless that Zoey will be a good girl and a good listener and not get on time out.

Thankful for Jesus and my new underwear.