Laura was very chatty one afternoon, and Kristen had been patiently listening and answering questions for quite a while.
Laura: “Kristen, why don’t you want to talk to me?”
Kristen: “It’s not what you’re saying, it’s the amount.”
Adam and Cheri were sitting at the kitchen table with their Mac laptops open.
Cheri: “Dang it. My Mac just ran out of battery.”
Adam [unplugging his laptop and holding out his power cord]: “Have some Apple juice.”
Cheri was on the phone planning lunch with Bryce at his summer job at Google.
Cheri: Just give me the address of your building and I can download a map.
Bryce: Or you can just Google Google.
We were at our hotel getting ready to go to Disneyland.
Cheri: “You’re wearing Hannah Montana crocs, a Mickey t-shirt, a Tink hat, a Minnie Mouse necklace, and you want to wear a pirate necklace too?”
Laura: “I’m trying to have on as many Disney features as possible.”
Laura was sitting quietly in the back seat of the car holding Cheri’s new cell phone. Kristen was sitting in the front seat, looking in the rear-view mirror, trying to remove something from her eye, when Kristen’s cell phone beeped with an incoming text message.
The text message on Kristen’s cell phone from Cheri’s cell phone said: “What is in your eye?”
Cheri was sitting at the kitchen table with wet hair and no makeup. Kristen pointed the camera at her and Cheri quickly covered her face with her hands.
Kristen: “Mom, you look like one of those women on Cops just as she’s about to take off running barefoot through a trailer park.”
Every night, Cheri sings “Amazing Grace” to Laura and scratches her back before Laura goes to sleep. During the song one recent night:
Cheri [singing]: “How precious did that grace appear, the hour . . .”
Laura [sleepily]: “Mommy, I’ve gotta have more cowbell.”