comic relief

For those of you who don't have sons, I apologize for the grossness. For those of you who do have sons, or are boys yourselves, enjoy!

Elliott had a suitcase laying out that contained all of our smaller bags. He took the smaller bags out and left the big suitcase on his side of the bed. John found it tonight and started playing in it. At first, he was saying things like, "Cool Mom, I can fit my whole body in here!" That was followed by a scene from "Survivor Man" with John in a small boat stranded on the open sea. Then, I heard him say, "Oh sweet. I just tooted in here and closed it up. It smells like roses in here!"

John has been coming home from school and asking me things like, "How many meanings does this word have?" and "How many meanings does that word have?" I guess he's been going over words that have more than one meaning. Tonight, I was fixing a bottle for the baby and I couldn't find the top to the bottle. Apparently, I should've phrased it like that, but instead I said, "Where is that stupid nipple? I need to feed April." I heard John snicker and say, "Mom, there's another meaning for that word isn't there?" What a cad!

I've been buying organic milk from HEB and I have tried to explain to John what that means, but I think he got it confused with pasteurization. He got the milk jug out, poured himself a glass and took a gulp. He made a face and said, "There's something wrong with this milk. I think you need to stop buying unorganized milk."