There's something about long days of travel that brings out the quirkiness in my children. Early on there was a discussion about how people resemble their pets. The consensus was:
"We're like [our cat] Pippa. We stay up all night, wreck the furniture, and run away when people try to hug us."
Good thing they aren't all also prone to leaving mouse livers on the living room floor.
Noah commented "I'm like [now deceased Lab cross dog] Stikine ... greasy and shy."
Erin quipped this morning "I'm too lazy for my life."
Fiona, after sharing in a large box of Timbits, "Whew, I'm all sugared up, and I didn't even have the maximum." (Where does a five-year-old get sentences like these?)
Sophie described someone as having a "loose temper," from which phrase the term "temperrhea" was coined. We know some people afflicted with it.
Jasper tonight. Train tomorrow. Whoo-hoooooo....