...That's not great.

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.