Farkles.

Just wrapped up a 3-day conference and a slew of home visits last night, so it's going to take me a few days to get back on track around here. Just thought I'd share a quick funny Tink quip to brighten your Friday!

So, remember the glitter hair extensions the girls had put in last weekend? Yeah, they are both in love. Tink, especially. She loves those little twinkling strands of synthetic material. She calls them her farkles. (Read: Sparkles for anyone who isn't well-versed in Tink speak)...

Tink just adores her farkles. She's constantly getting our attention with wook-a my farkles. My farkles wook pwetty. My farkles fancy.

It's been all about the farkles here in the SPH.

The best part is when she personifies her farkles. She'll jump up and down and say my farkles dancin'. She will get hungry and tell me farkles wanna snack, Mommy. HA!

So, the other day, we were riding back home from Wichita, and Sassy was singing. Singing loud, singing proud... the whole.way.home. No further explanation of our sanity levels required.

Tyler and I looked at each other with wide-eyed horror as the singing continued. I even turned on the GPS for peace of mind as I watched the minutes until estimated arrival get smaller and smaller. What can I say, it's a coping mechanism.

Well, apparently Tink had heard enough, as well. Before I knew it, she turned to Sassy and scolded her very seriously. With complete frustration, she raised her voice and firmly told Sassy with all the gumption she could muster, "{Sassy}, SHHHHH... my farkles are sweepin'!!!"

It may just have been the funniest thing I have ever heard her say.

Rest well, sweet farkles.