Funny? Or Not Funny?

Some recent happenings.  Tell me if you think they are funny or not funny.

This morning I had Maia and Ava bathed, dressed, and hair done, ready to go to dance.  I was just finishing up a couple of last minute things and getting ready to go out the door when I realized our house had been awfully quiet for a few minutes.  I had a bad feeling...our neighbor got a big pile of topsoil delivered yesterday...no, they wouldn't.  Turns out they would!  Knee deep in chocolate brown dirt! (Maia in brand new dance shoes!)  By the time I got out there, Ava was actually lying on the dirt pile.  To borrow/paraphrase a quote from a friend, "like any good mother, I ran and grabbed the camera first" [then yelled at them....felt sorry later].

This little cute culprit cut her hair again.  When I asked her about it, she told me: Eugene didn't cut it.  Well, that's a relief.

At the dinner table, the kids spontaneously started telling us what they want to be when they grow up.  When it was Ava's turn, she said "When I grow up I want to be a horse."

At Kaedon's soccer game, I had brought some dark brown rye bread along for a snack.  It was freezing cold outside, so we were hanging out in our car that, after a night with windows down in our garage, now smells of very ripe potatoes.  Ava was eating some bread and simultaneously checking herself out in the mirror.  I could see her chewing and processing and looking at her reflection.   With her head tipped to the side, her mouth open, and a roughly cylindrical piece of partially chewed slimy rye bread in her mouth, she told her reflection: "poo."

One day the kids were telling each other how many kids they want to have some day.  I'll admit I was tensely (forcing outward reserve) anticipating their responses-- some days I'm afraid that my stellar parenting is  going to scare them away from being a parent.  Isa said "I'm going to have forty-eight-tuplets!  And then I'm going to have forty-eight-tuplets again!"