Aimee has a tendancy to talk a lot during General Conference--most of it is relevant to what she is watching, but sometimes the rest of us miss what is being said.
Aimee starts to say something --again.
Rod (for the 12th time): Shhhh.
Aimee: Dad, I am so tired of your SHHHH....
Later
Grace: Nate, Move! I'm trying to do something awesome!
After General Conference. Side note: No one was sent to their room this time. That's progress.
Nate: Mom, what are you making?
Robyn: Rolls.
Nate: Oh? What's for dinner?
Robyn: I'm not sure. I just made rolls. I haven't figured out the rest yet.
Aimee (sees a Del Taco coupon on the bulletin board): Why don't we go to Del Taco?
Nate (in a shocked voice): Then we might as well just go get a couple of beers on the way home and never go to church again.
On a drive up the canyon to see the Fall colors, we are listening to a classical music station on the radio.
Bronte: I like this music.
Maddie: It sounds sad.
Aimee: It makes me feel elated.
Everyone else: What?
Aimee (further expounding): You know what "elated" means: I feel like I'm floating away on a cloud.
A few minutes later
Grace: Are we going to look at the colors on the mountain in front of us?
Aimee (sarcastically): No. We're going to the mountain BEHIND us. We're just taking the long way.
From the back of the car.
Aimee: Is that Eagle Mountain we just passed?
Rod: Eagle Mountain? That's clear on the other side of the lake. We just passed Squaw Peak.
Aimee: Oh, I think I get Eagle Mountain and Squaw Peak mixed up.
Bronte: Really? Why?
Aimee: Because eagles say "squaw" and mountains are also peaks.
No one else actually gets this logic.
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