Marcel has been in rare quotable fashion lately:
Last week, I came back up the stairs from the driveway at 6:55 am, already late for an early appointment. A lab appointment that required a twelve hour fast (read: no coffee) looked at Shrek, and announced with defeat; “My battery is dead, again. Can you please help me?”
Without skipping a beat, Marcel jumps off the couch, throws his arms over his head and in rah-rah fashion and hollers; “Yes! Yes Shrek buddy! This is your time to SHINE!”
You have never seen two people smiling so big, while jumping a battery at 7:00 in the morning.
“Mom do you really think yelling at me to stop yelling is an effective parenting strategy?”
On blended families:
“Well sometimes I find myself shaking, wondering, do I really KNOW Shrek? I mean, how do I know if what I am feeling is what you really are supposed to feel about your dad?”
“The only thing we can ever be perfect at really, is being yourself.”