that's some solid theology, kiddo.

This was the exchange between Hunts and a friend (who is an adult)....

Friend: My granddaughter is beautiful. She is a beautiful baby. My daughter makes beautiful babies.....You know who else makes beautiful babies?

Hunts: (Super matter-of-factly) God.

Friend: (A bit taken aback) Well.........that's right............you kind of trumped me there. I was going to say, "Your mommy and daddy do", but you're right.

Hunts: And God made the best baby of all. Himself.

Friend: Huh?

Sarah: You mean, baby Jesus, honey?

Hunts: That's right.

that's right.

H: I can throw.

S: That's right.

H: I can hit.

S: Hmm, hmm.

H: And I can bitch.

S: (Quiet laughter).

S: (Assuming we're still talking about baseball)....You mean, you can pitch, honey?

H: Yes, I can pitch.

brutally honest

S (looking in the mirror): Man, I look pretty rough today.

H: Mommy, what does that mean?

S: It means I really don't look so good today.

H: Well you know, you do look rough.

foons and forks

S: Josh, can you get Huntleigh a fork?

H: Mommy, not a fork. A foon!!

what?!

H: (coming from the backseat of the car) South America. South America!
J: How do you know about South America?
H: Because of my choices.
J: What about your choices?
H: South America.

it happens to everybody

H: Excuse me.

J: Yes?

H: No, I had gas.

well, it makes sense to a 2 year-old

H: Daddy, have fun fishing for your elk! Bye!

oh the drama

J: Huntleigh, what did you dream about last night?

H: I dreamt about cars and bows and coloring....it was very dramatic.

J: What?

H: I said, it was very dramatic.

work ethic

H: Daddy has to go to work to make the monies to get us the stuff.

guess where she heard that one?

H: Mommy, I'm very proud of you for eating your whole lunch!"

just in case I forgot

S: Did someone have gas?

J: Nope. Not me.

H: Mommy, I had gas. Don't worry. It was not you.

S: Thanks, Hunts.

back seat driver

Huntleigh: Daddy, what's the deal with your driving?

here's the deal, mommy.

Hunts: Mommy, you can obey me, okay?

it's the official response, i suppose

Hunts: Mommy, I will poop and then I will say "Holy cow!", okay?

it's an Olympic year

Huntleigh: We can go home and then we can watch Michael Phelps!

oh my goodness, child...

Huntleigh emphatically exclaiming upon looking down into the toilet after she had just done her morning business (with no prompting from me, whatsoever): "Holy cow!"

Needless to say, much laughter ensued upon my part.

ontological truth

Hunts: Daddy, you're the daddy and I'm the Huntee.

don't we know it...

Yia Yia: I love you, Huntleigh.
H: I love me.

Sarah: Huntleigh, will you please forgive me?
H: Yes, I will please forgive you.

Josh: Huntleigh, can you say obsequious?
H: Um, no. I'm busy pushing the stroller. It's my job.