Our comic relief

I thought I'd share a couple things Mya's said in the past few days:

"Mom, please can I have candy?"
"No, Mya."
"Please."
"No, Mya."
"Pretty please."
"No, Mya."
"Should I ask it a different way?"

"My favorite color is pink, Daddy's is blue, Mommy's is purple and Sophie... she can have brown" (said in a less-than-enthusiastic tone).

Grammy Karen was at our house with Mya while Brady and I were at the hospital one night. While we were gone, someone brought over dinner, who Mya later referred to as "Mr. Mormon."

Ellie is pretty much attached to her hip these days. She's not an elephant anymore, though; she's a "baby puppy." Not only that, but baby puppy's been wearing a collar for several months. When we go over to my parents' house, she pulls the dog leash out, hooks it to Ellie's collar and drags her around the house. (Oh, and she puts a thick chain collar around her own neck, which I'm hoping is just a phase that she will outgrow sometime before high school.)