How The Mind of a Four Year Old Works

The latest gems from London:

After dumping out her bucket of Polly Pocket dolls and the seven gazillion accessory pieces on the floor - "Daddy? Mommy says I have to go to bed in just a little bit so I'm going to forget to clean this up, okay?"

Following a little battle with her baby brother about who knows what - "Daddy, can you put baby brother outside so he can stop bugging me?"

(My personal favorite) After noticing a fly while riding in the car -
London: Daddy, that fly is so cute. It's just teeny tiny. Do you like flies, Daddy?

Daddy: No, flies are dirty.

London: Well, maybe we should give him a bath.

And finally - while eating a cookie - "When you eat stuff it turns into poo."

London wanted to share...

a couple of pictures she painted at a friend's house today:

These are fireworks.

This is a picture of the "whole world". The red stuff? London says that's the air. I think London is paying too much attention to the air quality warnings on the news.

Monkey Dude

These are a bit out of order but...The Boy has figured out how to take a chair or a stool (any one will do) and position it such that it grants him instant access to previously inaccessible areas. No counter top or table is safe. This is most distressing (Expletive!). Can't decide...should I flick the lights a thousand times or fiddle with the lock?
The Boy got hold of a Sharpie. Thank God it was light blue and not black!
London wanted to show me a dance move she had learned. How adorable is that?
Remember when you could fall asleep anywhere?

Here's The Boy on the counter in the kitchen...
Here's the young lad on top of the table next to the couch. BTW - That's a pine cone in his mouth.

Sure, it's funny when he climbs on the table without his pants, but if I do it...