How long do you think it takes a burrito to grow that much "cotton" as Noah called it? I have no idea when that "deposit" was made as we have burritos almost every day. We live in Mexico. I told Elijah to dump it outside and we'd wash the bank. He dumped it. I washed it. With bleach. And let it air dry in the sun for several days.
I was teaching Rebekah Grammar yesterday. I was explaining to her that when we write out the name of a newspaper or magazine article in a sentence that we need to put quotation marks around it. She looked confused and said, "What do you mean articles?" So I said, "Well, where would we find an article?" She still looked bewildered, but then you could see a light bulb suddenly go on in her sweet head and she said, "Oh, in a cave!" I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. I know how sensitive she is and always try to hold back my smile and gently explain something or try to understand what she is thinking. But her brothers are male...they, who were sitting in the next room over and so absorbed in their own studies that they would not possibly be able to know what was going on in the next room, instantly burst out in laughter not even trying to contain their chuckles.
They are still young. They don't understand why girls cry so easily. Their Daddy's much older and he still hasn't figured Mommy out either. :)
*I will say that I did feel better this morning when Rebekah was in a well rested not so sensitive mood and we were laughing all together this time about articles being in caves. I then found out that she wasn't quite as "dingy" as it sounded...in her defense, she had gotten confused with the word artifact which she had recently learned. I always feel better when I can at least figure out how we got from point A to B. *