I said, she said

Too tired to be creative I will get to my point. #4 was full of anything and everything from the moment she walked in the door from school. Her first conversation went like this:
Mommy where is your car? (I had traded cars with hubby and then G drove mine leaving nothing in the driveway).

I didn't.

Love her, hot pink boots simply
must be worn. Always!

How did you get home? (Since I did take her to school in the van this am).

I just did.
Did you walk?
Yes, yes that's what I did. (insert sarcasm here)
Really? (hands on hips, shocked and amazed)
Yep.
Really? (same as above)
uh huh
On the road?
Of course.
Cars will bump you Mommy!
They didn't.
Did you walk on the grass? (head tiled nearly pleading with me to answer correctly)
Yes I did.
Ok cause if you didn't I would be very mad at you.
She then exits the room satisfied.

Next conversation hours later:
#1 says "What The" at something he saw on tv. Me, annoyed with that slang say his name. Then I proceed to ask if he knows what "what the" really means. No suprise he doesn't and I continue to elaborate what
shortened version stands for. Hell is a respected place in our house, especially among him who once called it "ing" afraid to utter the words. #4 immeaditely echos, "What the Hell!". But before I can say anything, and Daddy can control his laughter, she looks me in the eye. "We don't say that, what the hell." But I can see by her face and eyes she means to use that phrase again.
The good news in all of it is that it lead to a discussion about setting an example and that she is watching all of our actions. She is a true reflection of the people she is around. What do we want that to look like? Good stuff comes out of yucky some times for sure!

Last preschooler fun for the day came at bedtime. Children were nestled in their beds, dreams of sugar fairies dancing in their heads, LOL. #4 repeats to hubby and me multiple times, "Go to your bed and go night night."
She even asked if I had said goodnight to everyone else too. About 12 minutes later hubby comments how their are voices coming from #3's room. Since in the last week she has slept in their more than in her own bed I was up. As I opened the door I hear her speaking to her brother (while leaning over the edge of the top bunk) "You can't make me."
Ahah, perfect timing for me "But I can!" Momma catches her off guard and swoops her out of the bed and into her own. This time I close the door which she now hates and walk away. Next she goes to sister who walks her upstairs. Then daddy takes this next round shutting and locking the door. Out of bed in a flash she screams and beats on the door with fury. Daddy goes in one last time, leaves her with one last threat "If you don't stop this I am gonna send Mommy to get you!" Haha! That makes me crack up, but 5 minutes later the screaming commences. I work my magic half strict/half loving. She now tired agress and I concede to once again leave the door open. Silence and shortly sleep..... yay!

SO, our family competition was born.