On a lighter note, my son ate a chocolate bar in the "formal" living room (off-limits to rugrats who may be harboring dangerous confections), and when I discovered brown, slimy handprints all over my ottoman, I turned to the boy and said, "Shall I beat you now or later?"
He looked up at me, face smeared with Hershey bar, and said "Later, after I finish my chocolate?"
God, he's adorable.
ADDENDUM: Okay, okay, I know my boy's brilliant quips are probably of no interest to anyone but myself, but lord, he really is brilliant. Here's his latest, said to me as I was folding laundry today...
Brandon: Daddy's not right in the head.
Me: Why do you say that, honey?
Brandon: Because he won't buy me a puppy. Something's really wrong with Daddy's head. Right, Mommy?
Me: That's right, sweetheart. But we love Daddy, anyway.
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