The long awaited... and the basketballs.

Matt was trying to dissolve Nathan's shoelace:
Matt: I don't have my fabric dessolver!
Joel: Here, you can use mine.
Matt: Oh! Thanks. *sprays imaginary container*
Nathan: Ha! It didn't work! My shoelace is still here!
Joel: Woops!! That's not fabric dessolver! It's insta-cheese!! *sprays it in his mouth*
Nathan: Joel, you're not allowed to have any more insta-cheese.
Joel: *is devastated*
Matt: Balogna, however....
Joel: Ohh! I can have a sandwich! Insta-balogna, insta-cheese--
Matt: No! No more insta-cheese!
Joel: Ok, fine! Insta-bagel, insta-mayo, and insta-egg!! .....*makes chicken sound*...oh wait..... that's chicken.

During a Hawks Middle School game, a player from the other team falls out of bounds, and the ref blows his whistle...
*pause*
Isaac: He's out!!
Ref: ...That was a good call.
Isaac: *Pause* Thank you!

Nathan P. rode with us to the basketball games today...

Talking about recent injuries:
Nathan: what did you do to your pinkie?
David: I smashed it on the Ping Pong table going for the ball.
Nathan: Ouch.
Joel: yeah, it's been blue like that for like a month.
Nathan: I hit my hand on [something] the other day.
David: Ooo. That doesn't look bad.
Nathan: no, it wasn't that bad.
Joel: I smashed my big toe with a rock!

As we drove past a car lot:
Joel: *gasp* cool car. ... *gasp* cool car. ... *gasp* cool car.
David: Cool balloons....

Then Joel was talking about how he was going to make and sell cars when he grows up:
Joel: I'll use all my money and make one car. Then I'll sell it, and use that money to make two cars...
David: That won't work.
Joel: yeah it will.
Me: As long as you keep making the cars nicer...
Joel: I'll have to start out with hotwheels. Then move up to remote controlled cars... Then regular cars.
Nathan: And then cars that work.
Joel: yeah! Cars that run.
Nathan: Cars that have tires.
Joel: Cars that have steering wheels!!
Nathan: Your cars before are just nothing but the frame. No engine or anything.
Joel: And I have to stand up, 'cause there's no seats! To get them to go, I have to take them to the top of a hill.....
Nathan: I can see you, standing in the frame of a car with no steering wheel or tires, on the top of a hill... then give it a push and down you go! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- then you hit a tree.

--Sarah

A lot from Marck and a little from Matt...

While I was getting my various morning vitamins out of their containers...

Marck:  "Can you get me an oregano oil capsule while you are getting one?"

Me:  "No, get one yourself."

Marck:  "But - but - but - but -but -but -but - but - rear end - but - but - but....."

As we were all trying to get down from the H's tree house:

Matt:  "Don't insult me when I'm on a swinging ladder!"

Marck was doing his Bible study while I was sorting laundry...

Marck (reading from the study text):  "What is your first impression of Saul?" (to himself):  "Hm.....Saul....Paul...."

Me:  "What book are you reading?"

Marck:  "First Samuel."

Me:  "That isn't the same Saul that becomes Paul, you know."

Marck:  "It isn't?  You mean there are two Sauls in the Bible and I don't know anybody named Saul???"

Me:  "Well, yeah."

Marck:  "I am going to name one of my kids Saul.  And another one Paul.  And when I have a girl I will name her Mall because that is her favorite place to go.  I have a fat kid and name him Ball because he will be round like one.  Then there will be Tall because he is tall.  I'll have two clumsy kids and name one Fall and the other Wall because he'll be like you and always be running into things.  And the baby's name will be Small."

The Dancing Dead

Sounds like the name of a band or something.

It's another quote heard while driving somewhere. We were recently invited to a dance/party and my boys were remarking on their distaste for the activity (dancing, not partying).

David: I wouldn't be caught dead dancing.
Joel: I wouldn't be caught dancing if I was dead.

Isn't that interesting. Both statements essentially mean the same thing, but the latter one appears ridiculous.

A few quotes that have been waiting...

While watching “The Greatest Game Ever Played” (a golf movie):
Daddy: Well, he HAS to make it, because otherwise they wouldn’t have made a movie about it.
Sarah: Nevertheless, here we are, wondering whether he’ll make it or not.

Alec: Joel, are you mad at me 'cause I killed you?
Joel: No, not really.

Marck: Jessica!!
Jessica: Yes?
Marck: ... I forgot.
A few minutes later...
Marck: Jessica!
Jessica: Yes....?
Marck: I remembered! Do you want to play flashlight tag?

~Lizzie

Christmas Day Gift

"Hot Dog! A shirt just like the one I'm wearing!"; uttered by Joel on behalf of Sarah right as the flash went off; not said by Sarah herself. And she actually did like the shirt, although the color looks the same. The one she's wearing is a knock around and the one she got was like a nice sweater.

More Will Quotes

David's friend Will stayed over again, and like last time, I've a bevy of quotes that are much more funny in person.

Will: David is an advanced form of insane. Syptoms are yelling, screaming and calling other people 'emo.'

David and Will were untangling a rope, but they called it "ripping apart the small intestines." And then David said: Hey, small intestines would work good for saving someone drowning!
Will: Yeah, just go up to someone else and say, "Hey, can I borrow this for a sec?"

Will: David! Stop hitting my knee with my hand!
*pause*
Will: Okay, stop hitting YOUR knee with my hand. Hit your own knee with your own hand.
*pause*
Will: Now you're hitting your face with my hand?
*pause*
Will: All right, *joking* I know you're mad, so you can hit my knee with my hand now.

And a bonus quote from me and Sarah.
Sarah: She thought it was funny.
Me: She didn't get it.

Nerf Incidents

Last year for Christmas, either Marck or Robert got a set of Nerf weapons...a bazooka, and a hand gun.  They are lots of fun, but there are two of those and three of us.  This particular time, I had the hand gun, Robert had the bazooka, and Marck had grabbed a yard stick out of haste in an effort to defend himself.  

Once this had gone on for a while, Robert stopped and said:  "Okay, guess who I am."  He pointed the bazooka at Marck.  " 'Wanna dance, Twinkle-Toes?' "

Marck and I stared blankly and blinked, not recalling that line being used in any movie we had seen.  "Who?"

Robert sighed and said exasperatedly, "Joel, of course!"  

A little bit later, the "battle" came to an end when I accidently shot Marck in the eye....

Jessica:  "I'm sorry, Marck."

(Marck is silent, holding an ice pack to his eye).

Dad:  "Marck, say you forgive her."

Marck:  "I do not forgive you."

Dad:  "Marck...."

Marck:  "See, I said 'I forgive you', but I just added in a few more little words!"

For the record it was an accident.  :D