Oh, Honey...

These two gorgeous children crack me up every day. Every day!

Apparently, when Mercer does something she's not supposed to do (such as grab a bottle of water and pour it all over my pillows, rip the IR controllers off the cable box, try to scale her dresser, etc.), I start my correction with a sigh and "Oh, honey..."

The other night she was once again getting into some mischief and while I was attempting to stop her she looked at me and said, "Oh, honey..."

I laughed and laughed. And so now she says it constantly. "Oh, honey." Sometimes she'll just call me Honey instead of Mama.

Too darn much!