Hannah: “I think my mom is secretly black.”
Mom: “Yup.”
Dad: *squeaky southern voice* “Girl, you lookin’ ashy!”
Dad: “Heidi, clear the table.”
Heidi: “Oops, sorry. Can’t. I’m going to elope.”
Mom: “First you’re quitting high school, and then you can’t take a test
because you’re ‘pregnant’ and now you’re eloping? Hmmmmm!”
*bridal march plays, little brother giggle*
Hannah: “I’ll give you one dollar for every rung of the ladder!”
Mom: “Better make that five–it’d be worth it.”
Heidi: “Yay! That’s enough for use to split Chik-fil-a on our way out of
town! THANKS GUYS.”
Heidi: “Joel’s going to be my maid of honor.”
Joel: “I’ve heard that one before.”
Heidi: “I’m not going to have Mom plan my wedding. I mean, she’ll be
allowed to come, just not to plan it.”
Hannah: “I’LL let her plan mine. That way she gets the itch out of the
budget–I mean, her blood–in time for yours.”
Heidi and Mom: “Ha. Ha.”
Hannah: “Lallie is an orange diminutive!”
Lallie: “Uh-huh!” *holds up carrots*
Lily: “No, she’s not! she’s a cute little orange-faced bunny!”
Hannah: “That’s what I said!”
Lily: “Joel’s on the phone with his thoughts.”
Lily: “Heidi, you can’t get married until you repent and mourn your
vile, evil sins!”
