Oh George

The kids are out back playing and I hear Murphy say, "Georgia, open the garage!" to which she replies "I'm not opening anything until I hear that magic word!"

I had a potential babysitter come up to meet us/see if she was cut out for the task (which she was!), and we were in the office/playroom chit-chatting when I hear, "Mommy, the trash in the kitchen is really full!" I said it was OK and that I'd get to it in a bit. Georgia says, "It's OK, I am doing it." I hear rustling of plastic bags, the back door open and more rustling and when I checked, she emptied the trash like a pro! Can we say daily job!? I told the sitter she was five going on 15 and she said "Actually more like five going on 25 because I don't know a 15 year old who would've done that."

This morning I made cinnamon rolls (don't get too excited...they were the twist-them-out-of-the-package and pop-'em-in-the-oven kind. I went upstairs to wake the kids up for school and I say, "Georgia! Time to get up. Can you smell the yummy cinnamon rolls?" (Because they really do make the entire house smells amazing). She says "All I can smell is my nasty breath!" Oh George.