more mini stories from cell phone

Riley, to new playground friend "... and those girls are the Protoss"
friend gives him blank look
Riley "they're our enemies"
(he's been watching daddy play Starcraft 2 - used to be he would play Mario pretend games at the playground)

we're in Target picking up a few things.  Elliot has the shopping list and pen because mommy foolishly wrote it in his notebook.  They're discussing amongst themselves what additional things need to be put on the list.  Hailey (who can't spell) to Elliot (who can't write) "add apples, first you write a K..." :)

Hailey, surveying our very messy master bedroom "your room... is a collection of... dirt"
In our defense, it's not piles of dirt, but it does look like a disorganized storage unit it's so full of junk :)