Two days ago
Leah: "Mom, Santa asked me to marry him and I said yes. We're going to the temple to get married like you and Daddy."
Me: "Why are you going to marry him?"
Leah: "He gives me presents."
Parental pass or fail? Sure, she wants to get married in the temple, but any boy that gives her a present is now considered marriage material.
This morningLeah, with a look of wonder: "Hey mom, what's that noise in my ears?"
Me: "Does it sound like a buzzing noise?"
Me: "Your ears are ringing. The buzzing will probably stop soon."
Leah: "Don't you dare take it away!"