Ellen-isms

Time for another installment. These have been accumulating for awhile. There are really so many more, but I forget them before I can write them down. Hate that!

Mom, can I tell you a secret?
Sure.
I love you. More than trees.
Oh, thanks. I love you, too.
But I don't love you more than Georgia.

Mom! Zach is TEN.
I know. He's old! How old are you?
Five.
No you're not, you're four.
Well why did you ask me then?

Mom, are we ever going to have a hail storm?
Yes, probably. Maybe in the spring.
Can we eat it? The hail?
Well, it's like ice, but kind of dirty. Probably not.
Does it taste like that green crunchy stuff I like?
(*thinking* - green crunchy stuff ?!?)
Kale?
Yes, kale!
Not so much ...

Ellen - please pick up all that mess on the floor.
Ok, Mom. Do you want it on the double?

On a recent snow day, Ellen standing in front of the space heater:
Ellen - what are you doing?
"Toasting up my butt"

Ellen - I need you to eat your dinner, please.
I AM! I'm just talking for fun.

Georgia - that's not for you, it's just for me because, I'm like a grown up kid, or something.

Mom! I'm going to a fundraiser - doesn't that sound fun?

Ellen - you're not having ice cream tonight.
Well, I have a good idea. How about blackberries and ice cream? That's healthy!
It does sound good, but not tonight.
But, Mom - it has so much calcium!