Not to be forgotten

The kids say some awfully funny things that I really don't want to forget.  So, in the interest of posterity, here they are:

Hannah recently purchased herself a penny whistle off of Amazon.  For a while, along with the March Break countdown, there was also a "days until the penny whistle arrives" countdown taped to the fridge.  When it finally arrived she holed herself up in her room with sheet music and her whistle.  One day I was cooking supper when I heard Simon & Garfunkel's The Sound of Silence wafting down the hallway.  I absentmindedly asked myself aloud if that was really The Sound of Silence that I was hearing.  Forgetting that Jacob was in the room, I was surprised to hear his reply:
"Yeah, I know, I thought it would be quieter.

Today I came out from my room wearing black pants and a white shirt.  Jacob took one look and commented, "You're rocking the ying-yang look, Mom."

This is really a whole 'nother story, but I recently backed the truck into a cement pillar guarding the propane tanks at the gas station.  I have many excuses, chief of which was a killer migraine.  Nevertheless, I had to face Dave with the damage to his truck.  Jacob stood outside with his father as Dave stared plaintively at the dented bumper.  I later asked Jacob if Dave had said anything while surveying the damage.  "No,"  said Jacob, "I think he was just mourning."

Ben followed me to my bedroom with a look of complete frustration on his face.  He had been playing with this brothers and had grown tired of their antics.  I asked him what was wrong and he answered with a look that said sheesh, "I know I am one, but: Boys!"