Sweet Boy#3–“That even kind of hurt me, it sprained my head, where the neck starts on my head.”–This occurred while he was flying “like Iron Man” on the couch. And no I did not let him watch the movie, apparently all boys need are a few stickers and a McDonald’s toy to form an attachment.
Sweet Boy#3–I know what Thousand Island is made of: Ranch, Ketchup, and cartilage.”–said while he dips his lettuce into some dressing.
Sweet Boy#2–“I was a plump chainsaw…and getting even plumper.”
Sweet Boy#3–“Dear God: Thank you for my food…and I wish my Ma gets better (I say “Awwwww” and brush his hair back from his forehead) and that her hand gets warm.”–Ok, so I do have really cold hands.