Deep Thoughts from My Kids

We were at a gas station in Scipio, Utah, waiting for Cory to go to the bathroom. This was our deep conversation.

E: Where's Daddy?

Me: In the bathroom, going potty.

E: He's doing his business? (This is what we tell the kids when they need to leave daddy alone in the bathroom.)

Me: Yes! (I was laughing pretty hard.)

L: Daddy's business is going poo!

Me, still laughing: So, what's my business?

E: Cleaning!

L: And taking care of Q!

Me: So, what's E's business?

L: Being cute!

Me: And Q's?

E: Being cute, too. And eating num-nums. (Num-num is what we call mother's milk.)

Me: How about uncle Bronson? (He was with us at the time.)

L: Sleeping!

A couple years ago, L told his Sunday School teacher that Daddy goes to work and brings home the bacon. So, if you're using euphemisms to describe things, be careful! The literal memory of children may just come back to bite you.

AND- one more quote from E. We went to the St. George Parade of Homes this weekend, and she said this while looking at an incredibly opulent bathroom in a four million dollar home:

"This house must cost a LOT of dollars! Like one or even two!!"

If only.