Random thoughts:
-- While he was in the bathtub the other night, Brent asks me: "Mommy, what happened to your credit card? Is it in the trashcan, or is it in the toilet?" I've never even mentioned credit cards to him.
-- Lately, Brent wants to sleep only in a shirt. No pants, and no underwear. It's disturbing sometimes to go and wake him and all you see is a white naked rear amidst a sea of blankets. If you're lucky, it won't have cracker crumbs stuck to it.
-- Also, he has a fascination lately with gas. And not the kind that goes in your car. He might let a noise slip while laughing at something, and that will send him into torrents of more laughter. Suffice to say it's a vicious cycle. I'm okay with it until he slides over on the couch and places his butt up against my leg, waiting for the next one with a sly smile. Who teaches kids this stuff?
Okay...I might LAUGH, but I didn't TEACH it to him.
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