More Sass

India gave four-week-old Wesley a check up. She pronounced Wesley to be eight months tall and weigh one hour since he sleeps so much.

India: "Mom, you're embarrassing me." (In response to my singing "Imabe." Seems like I've been hearing that response from India waaaaaay too much.)

India: "I look like a chicken." Daily battle of the socks and tights.

India, Maya, and friend Ellie were flipping through a puppy coloring book pointing out which puppies they were going to be. Ellie turned to a page and said, "Hey, that looks like your dog!" India replied, "My dog would never be that ugly. That one can be Maya." (Can I smack her?)

India to Maya before bathtime: "My boobs are bigger than your boobs." (Can I smack her now?)

Ammon asked India to help him cook dinner.
India: "I don't have to cook because I'm going to be a mom when I grow up." (I hang my head in shame). So now when nobody wants to do anything we say, "I don't have to do ____________ because I'm going to be a mom when I grow up."