Makes perfect sense

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Mom: Yes, you guys can go to the storage unit and the library, but stay in pairs.
Nathan: (snicker) What about pineapples?
Mom: I'm allergic to pineapples. So be home before Dale leaves at 9:45.

Totally normal conversation.

Don't block my view!

Goofball Gavin message of the day - when your sister's head blocks your view of the mountains, hold her down in her seat so you can see - for 30 minutes.

Normal?

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Nathan: Mom, you can have this sheet - it doesn't have elastic.
Mom: That's called a flat sheet. Normal people use both flat and fitted sheets on their beds.
Ken: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You said "normal!" HAHAHAHAHA!! NORMAL!!! (Proceeds to almost roll on the floor with laughter.)

Might have a little awareness issue

Gavin provides us with some hilarious moments. A week or two ago he got his clothes all wet, so I changed him, but before I got his shirt on him he took off. I followed him out to the living room carrying his shirt and when I caught up to him I slipped his shirt over his head while he was playing. He put his arms in the sleeves and went on his merry way.

I guess he got cold, because 15 or 20 minutes later he came to me and asked, "I have clothes? More clothes?" Then he looked down at his chest, saw his shirt and said, "THANK YOU!!"

Oh, my oblivious Gavin. You are priceless!

Mom can be funny, too

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew: Where did the Chicago (Snack) Mix come from?
Mom: Let me tell you what happened. I was sitting here by the fire pit minding my own business when a gnome came hopping down the street. He stopped by here, took off his big hat, and pulled out this bag of Chicago Mix. He handed it to me and said, "Eat all the caramel corn before the kids get home." Then he put his hat back on his head and hopped off down the street.
Andrew: Nana brought it, didn't she?
Mom: Party pooper.

Ewww! Gross!

Caleb and I were having a goofy "competition." He was trying to gross me out, and I was responding with things he detests.
Caleb: Pumpkin Pie!
Mom: Eww! MUSTARD!
Caleb: Moths!
Mom: Earwigs!
Caleb: Gavin staying awake all night for weeks!
Mom: You win.

Snack time!

(Frustrating) Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Gavin: Can I ha snack?
Mom: Yes, you can have a snack. What do you want for a snack?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: Okay. What do you want to eat?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: What do you want to eat?
Gavin: I want a snack.

Well, duh. He wants a snack. He must be Ken's boy - *what* he eats doesn't matter as much as the fact that he *does* eat.