Adventures in babysitting.

Here are some of the [somewhat paraphrased, due to memory shortages...which are a result of aforementioned babysitting adventures] cute things that happened last night wilst babysitting.

Ruby [age 3]: My daddy turns 17 tomorrow.
Me: Oh really now?
Ruby: Yeah.
Me: I don't think so...
Ruby: Oh maybe it's 13.

Ruby: I'm a mouse!
Me: What's your name, mouse?
Ruby: Cheese puff.

[Note: due to the fact that bacon is not a frequently consumed item in our house, I have never cooked it. The following is my attempt to do so.]
Me: Aaron, does this bacon look like the bacon you normally have?
Aaron: Um...no.
>tastes bacon<
Aaron: But it tastes good!
Me: Okay...
Aaron: I like it. Hannah-style bacon.
(I now smell like bacon...from the funny cross between microwaving and pan-frying the bacon...several times in succession to make sure it was done.)

Me: Okay who wants maple syrup on their french toast?
Jonah: No no no!! We have to put butter on and cut it first!
Me: oh. Alright. >obliges<
Ruby: Can you pour me a puddle to dip in?

>minutes later, I've forgotten and have poured syrup on my own toast without cutting it<
Ruby: You didn't cut it!
Me: uhh...oops! haha. Um...well I'll just cut it now.
>later, after seconds have been passed around<
Me: Okay Ruby, let me cut yours for you.
Ruby: No! maple syrup first.

Jonah: I'm a TROLL!
Me: Well I'm a t-rex and I'm going to eat you!
Jonah: No! a t-rex doesn't eat trolls.
Me: Well how about a dragon?
Jonah: No, they don't eat trolls either.
Me: What eats trolls?
Jonah: Nothing.

Ruby: Canaan doesn't like me.
Me: Who's Canaan?
Ruby: this friend he doesn't like to play with me.
Me: Ooh. Well, even if he doesn't like you, Jesus likes you. And he likes Canaan, too.
Ruby: Did Jesus die for Canaan too?
Me: He sure did. Because he loves Canaan, he loves Jonah, and Aaron, and mommy and daddy, and he loves Ruby!
Ruby: And he loves you, too, Hannah Dokupil.