Brother has really gotten into reading his picture Bible lately and loves to tell us what the stories mean. This would be even cuter if he wasn't calling us into his room at bed time to ask if King Saul would be in Heaven because if so, he doesn't want to go. Because, you know, King Saul was mean to David and threw a spear at him. Brother doesn't want anyone throwing spears at him in Heaven. Makes perfect sense, right?
Brother was "reading" a Bible story to me the other day and he got to a page that he hadn't memorized. He swept his chubby little finger across that page and said, "And...blah, blah, blah." Then, he turned the page and continued on with the story.
I mentioned to J. that I didn't know he learned to properly use that phrase.
The next day, I was reading Sister's acceptance to Kindergarten letter to her. Towards the end, there was a paragraph about numbers to call should you have questions. Since I was sure she wouldn't be interested in that, I continued with a "Blah, blah, blah. We look forward to having you in Kindergarten this year!"
Quite seriously, she turned to me and said, "Huh. I wonder what all that blah, blah, blah part was about?"