When I grow up
We were watching a movie with the kids. In one scene, the heroine has infiltrated the criminal mastermind's compound, wormed her way through the laser security system, only to encounter a group of gun-toting henchman. In the midst of the ensuing fight scene in which she kicks, punches, and performs various other acrobatics to overpower three adversaries, Eden turns to me and says, in her most serious two-year-old voice, "I wish I could do that."
Swimming
I think the kids are trying to tell me something. They got up this morning and put on their swimsuits. When she said grace at breakfast, Iona said, "And thank you for us going swimming later today." And then I went to get a glass of milk and found this:
Yep, those are my swimming trunks, which a resourceful 4-year-old has strung through the refrigerator handles, so I'll be sure to see them if I need anything from the kitchen.
Apparently she thinks we're going to the pool today.