Clandestine Operation

I was rocking Jude in my room when I overheard the following conversation coming from my closet.

Ella: When it gets dark tonight, let's sneak back in here so that we can . . . [inaudible] . . . Okay, okay, Virginia?

Virginia: Okay.

Ella: You're not going to tell them, are you?

Virginia: No!

This is what I found when I opened the closet door:

Another funny conversation of the evening:

Mommy: (reading from a book) . . . a sloth bear eats mounds of termites by sucking . . .

Virginia: No, no, mommy, he eats cheese sticks and crackers.

Mommy: Actually, he eats . . .

Virginia: (screaming) He eats cheese sticks and crackers!

Mommy: Okay, he eats cheese sticks and crackers and sometimes termites.

Ella: And black bears don't really want to eat people unless you touch their babies.

Mommy: Yes, never go near a bear cub.

Ella: Unless you throw a truck of meat at them. If you throw them meat, they might leave you alone.

Mommy: Very good.