...That's not great.

Funny boy.

A couple of funnies from Bubba over the past few days.

On the way home from swimming last week, he was telling his sister about school and the order of things, "It goes preschool, kindergarten, 1st grade, 2nd grade..." You get the point. Then he was explaining that "after college, you just walk around until you find someone to marry."

He's also been really interested in how RD and I met. He only recently figured out that RD and I did not grow up together, but rather, met each other after college. I was telling him that I met RD when I was 22, and he was 33. Bubba paused for a moment and then said, "If Daddy's so much older, why are you so much smarter?"

I ask myself that all the time, kid.

Overheard: too long for Twitter, but this needs to be recorded for prosperity.

Scene: Victoria's Secret at Northgate Mall as I am trying to purchase some unmentionables.

Victoria's Secret salesgal (20-something, blonde and about 106 pounds soaking wet): You need a gift receipt? (This is said more as a statement and less as a question.)

Me (30-something, blonde-ish and more than 106 pounds soaking wet): What? You don't think I can pull this off?

I hope I have scarred her for life. And, for the record, I can TOTALLY pull it off.

Overheard in the bath.

Bubba (to RD who was getting a bath ready for the kiddos): My brain thought you wouldn't put bubbles in the bath. But you did, my brain was wrong.

Overheard on the couch.

My daughter is a thumb sucker. There, I said it. We're not really bothered by it, and neither is our dentist or pediatrician. In fact, I think it's kind of sweet, even though I notice the thumb sucker overbite in her smile. What interests me the most is that while she was a fussy nurser, she started the thumb sucking at nine months. Even though we know (based on the two separate researchers) that most kids (between 91-95%) stop thumb sucking on their own by the time they are 5 years old, with her third birthday approaching, we've started to talk about thumb sucking habit with Sissy. You know, try to have a reasonable and logical conversation with a two and a half year old. Because that ALWAYS works.

Me: Sissy, why do you suck your thumb? Sissy: Cause I HAVE to. Me: But why? Sissy: CAUSE I HAVE TO (loosely translates to "why are you bothering me you crazy women?"). Me: Can you suck the other thumb? (She is a passionate left-handed thumb sucker.) She tries it for a few seconds; then switches back. Me: Do you think you could stop sucking your thumb. Sissy: Nooooooooo, I don't wanna. Me: But why do you do it? Sissy: Because I like it and it feels good. It's like talking to a twenty-four year old man.