1. Sunday dinner prayer, Jace speaking: "Thank you for the poo. Please bless it." Jace has a problem with the "f" sound, but I didn't expect the absence of the "d". And like the mature 28 year old I am, I covered my face and quietly laughed. Hard.
2. Moi, at the dentist office: okay there's no way to document my weird yell/scream. They put this stuff on my huge canker, and they warned me "it burns". I assumed "burns" meant like using mouth wash. No. They meant like striking a match and laying it on there. Just know I sounded like my grandma on Space Mountain at Disneyland.
3. Jamison, after seeing the new toothbrush I brought home with me: "Mom can I have this toothbrush? You can use mine. No? Mine's fine Mom! Or we could share this one." That's okay, bud. Thanks though.
4. Jace, speaking to Dena (and showing her the house rules): "You can't say 'poo.' Like if there was poo on the milk. That's bad." What? Is this how it went, Dena?