Tonight's Penny Thought is brought to you by: SHHHH! Don't tell a soul!

Mommy and Penny walk into a grocery store. 
While Mommy grabs a basket, Penny says to Mommy: Mommy, they don't know who we are.
Mommy doesn't respond right away...Penny says again, but a bit louder: Mommy, they DON'T know who we are.
Again, much louder, Penny says:  Mommy! They don't know who we are!!!
Finally Mommy says: Penny, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Penny:  THE HUMANS! They. Don't. Know. WHO. WE. ARE!!!
Mommy looks to see a crowd of eyes staring and it was so quiet the crickets began to chirp.
Mommy whispers to Penny: Shhhh!  It's our secret.

Today's Xanman-do is brought to you by: Lightning McQueen Boots!

Daddy says to Xander as Daddy mops the kitchen floor: No, Xander, stay out of the kitchen, Buddy.
Xander enters kitchen anyway and lands on his padded, diapered bottom, which was quite upsetting.
Daddy guides him back out of the kitchen.
Xanderman re-enters the kitchen, donning his mighty Lightning McQueen boots.  After all, if rain boots are made for rain, then they should be adequate for a wet kitchen floor, right? Not when a soap is involved.  It was a hard lesson to learn, even for a littleman with a diapered bottom.

Today's Penny thought is brought to you by: bedroom rivalry.

This last week we moved our family of 6 from a 2 bedroom condo to a 4 bedroom house.  We split the children into 2 rooms of 2 each (my husband insists on a man-cave, his own office, lol).  My oldest children have been marking their territory ever since the move...

10 Year old Evy writes post it for the benefit of Penny and Xander: Evy and Seren's workspace - Keep Out!
4 Year-old Penny says:  Really, Evy???  I can't even read!  C'MON!!!!

He may be cute, but...

Never trust a man wearing a Onesie and Lightning McQueen boots no matter his size.

Tonight's Serenism is brought to you by: Say wha...??? and plausible deniability.

Mommy spies Seren holding a bag of pork rind crumbs while standing in front of a mirror, licking her finger, dipping it in the bag, and wiping her face with her finger and says: Seren, are you painting your face with pork rinds???

Seren (turns beet red with embarrassment): NO!!!!!!

Mommy: But, I just SAW you doing it...

Seren: *grumbles and mutters something unintelligible under her breath*

Tonight's Serenism is brought to you by: To the Dog House with you!

Penny: Mommy, when we move, can I have my own room?
Mommy: Not for awhile, Penny.
Seren: Why not? I don't care if Dad sleeps outside in the yard.  He's loud and he stinks!
Mommy: *ROFDL*

Tonight's Penny thought is brought to you by: You asked for it!

Seren says to Daddy at restaurant: Awe! you didn't get me any fries!  I asked you for fries!

Penny (throws french fry across table and hits Seren in the temple, then throws more, wads at a time).

Seren: Penny!!!  Daddy, Penny is throwing french fries at me!

Daddy: Didn't you ask for fries?