Jeffrey: Do they really have restaurants where they only serve thighs?
Me, completely lost: What?
Jeffrey: Do they really have restaurants where they only serve thighs? You know, thigh restaurants.
Me, laughing so hard I almost fell off the bed: Thai restaurants. As in Thailand. Not thigh.
Bennett, stepping up on the scale: I want to see how much I pound.
Bennett and I were snuggling this morning before getting up.
B: Look, my thumb fits in my nose.
Me: Don’t put your thumb in your nose. Nothing goes in your nose.
B: Except boogers.
Bennett didn’t want to go to sleep the other night. He told me, “There’s nothing to do while we sleep.”
Jeffrey has Lego Indiana Jones video games (or just one? whatever), so, although I’m not sure he’s seen any of the movies until last week, he’s been exposed to Indiana Jones. Yet, he has always, and still does, call him Indian-I Jones. I have no idea why he puts an I at the end.