On Sunday, Rama and Miriam made a mess. Which I only discovered after Miriam had left. I was shocked to see the bathroom sink (and mirror and and floor and tub) splattered with paint. Water-based, so it's really OK. But I was just really shocked that these two sweet little girls could wreak such havoc. I proceeded to clean up, Rama standing by my side. I wasn't even aware I was doing it, until Rama called my attention:
Rama: Why are you saying "Jesus" over and over again?
Me, winging it, again: Because I'm calling on god to help me clean this mess.
Monday morning rush. I was helping Rama get dressed - into too-small pants. Turns out I was muttering again.
Rama, under her breath: Jesus, please help my mom pull up my zipper.