Too much talking

I don't know if it is the cold weather and the disgusting amount of time we've been spending inside, but lately the not-so-little personalities around here have been at their height of their "uniqueness"-- we'll call it that.

After a long day I fixed myself an adult beverage, which Bernadette was begging to try (always)
Bernadette: "Can I have your wine???"
Naomi: "Bernadette! It's not wine, it's margarita!!"
Mother of the year?  Yeppers.


As I was folding laundry in the room where they were playing, I heard Naomi say:
"Bernadette, hide! When the old hag is done folding laundry she's going to come and get us!"
I should never wonder where my low self esteem comes from. 

Naomi and Bernadette walk into the room where I am sitting holding hands and Naomi announces:
"Mommy! I am the lady and this is my prince (Bernadette) and we are going to go to the love room!" ?!?!?!?!?!

Naomi to Bernadette as I walk in the room:
"No Bernadette, you can't pray to your mother she's not Catholic!"
So many discrepancies here

Upon walking in the dining room and seeing the newly purchased rug, Naomi says:
"Oh mommy, that rug looks so regal!"

 And this morning while Bernadette was eating breakfast:
"Tomorrow is Wednesday and on Wednesday I will be free!!!"
You keep telling yourself that. 

If they lived closer to her, the girls would certainly be best friends with Julia, they would have so much to talk about.