We are apparently the worst of all the parents Megan has had.

Me: Megan, go in your top drawer and get your pajamas and put them on while I make some cheese and crackers for you.
Megan: What!?! I hate living with this mom and dad!!!! I always have to do all the work around here!!!!
Me: bwahahaha!!!!! What do you think life is? It's work!
Megan: ok.....fine. But can you still get my pajamas for me?
Me: bwahahaha!!!! No.

It was the "this mom and dad" that just killed me.  How many other parents has she sampled?

Each year on the 4th we have a parade that goes right down our street.  We just walk down about 3/10ths of a mile, put our lawn chairs down and enjoy the Token Creek parade.  Yesterday we were walking back to the house and people who had parked on the non-parade part of the street were leaving, driving rather quickly in my estimation, especially for a street with no sidewalks.

Scott had already gone back with Dakota, and I was with Megan and Lauren, trying to herd them as they walked and ate their Popsicles at the same time.  Of course they weren't watching where they were going - they were making sure their Popsicles didn't fall off the stick as they ate them - so finally I got exasperated and said, "look, you guys need to stay over here [pointing to the side of the road] and Mommy will stay out here [closer to the center of the road] so that if a car is going to hit us it will hit Mommy instead of you."

Megan said matter-of-factly, "yeah, because then we would still have Daddy to take care of us." I said, "excuse me? What am I, chopped liver?" with a smile, and Megan just mischievously grinned back.  She knew why what she said was funny and was quite self-satisfied.  It is so cute to see her wit develop, although in this case I'm sure she didn't know it was funny when she said it, but when I laughed she figured it out.