semi-Precious Roements

I used to often post the funny or touching things Monroe said under a heading "Precious Roements." Well, we still LOVE listening to the wacky things she says, but lately she's been more hilarious than precious. So I am not sure what to call these musings. But here you go.

Friday, Feb. 4 -- at the dinner table.

Monroe: Do you know what a buttcrash is?
Me: What?
Monroe: A buttcrash.
Me: A butt-crack?
Monroe: NO! A butcrash
Me: What is buttcrash?
Monroe: When you are carrying too much stuff, like way too much stuff, and the top thing falls off and goes BANG!

Besides thinking "where on Earth does she get this stuff?" I found myself musing that the term does fill a bit of an etymological hole in our language--what DO you call it when the very top thing of a too-tall stack of stuff you've tried to carry falls to the floor? Don't you think we kind of need a word for that? Buttcrash feels right.

Saturday, Feb. 5 -- right before bedtime

Me [to Eben]: I know it's not a bath night, but we need to do a pretty good wash-up on her hands and face, they're grimy.
Monroe [from the other room]: We can just deal with that tomorrow.

Like mother like daughter!