So, a week or so ago, we took the kids to Denny's for dinner because I'd been watching my nephew all day and was really stressed out, and when we dropped him off, we were all starving, and my blood sugar had reached a critical level that turns me into a witch... Anyway, I digress...
So, we were sitting in Denny's getting ready to order, when Mason, well, broke wind....
And I looked at him, and said, "Mason, what do you say??"
and his almost four year old response, " But, Mom, it wasn't my mouth that burped, it was my body."
It was through a great amount of laughter that I told him I knew where the sound came from, and it still needed to be "excused".
So, today, Mason turns 4. And I was making his birthday cake, because the grocery store didn't have one. Not a SINGLE cake... GRRRR.... but again, I digress...
So, I am using the electric mixer to mix this doctored up cake mix (thanks, Nej, for the Cake Doctor cook book, I've had it forever, and I'm still using it) and Mason asks if he can lick the spoon.
I've always let my kids lick the bowls, etc when it's been frosting, or something without raw egg in it. But I felt bad, because I am using *gasp* frosting from a can, so I told him he could lick the beater when I was done.
He smiled and said, "thanks Mom! When do I get to lick the beaver?"
My husband and I about fell on the floor laughing and my husband said, "Hello, Freud!"
UGH... My poor kids... is there any wonder why there will be a need for therapy for every single one of them?????
Happy Birthday, Mason! I can't believe my baby is FOUR!!!