One of these days, I will challenge myself to sit down and actually write something about something. But for now, it's just so much easier to write about the endless stream of funny comments that flow from Jack's mouth.
For example, as I was getting in the car last night to wrap up some holiday shopping, he opened the door to say good-bye and shouted, "Have a good weekend!" No idea where that came from...I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know what a weekend is, but I guess I am glad he wished for it to be a good one for me. As amusing as that was, a few minutes ago, he delivered one of the best one-liners I've heard in quite awhile.
We were in the kitchen and he had asked for a snack. Teddy Grahams and marshmallows. I told him that would be okay, so he went to the pantry and started to open the marshmallows. Only he didn't have a bag of marshmallows...it was a bag of confectioner's sugar. Luckily, I was able to get to him before he made it snow all over my kitchen. I put the sugar back in the pantry and took out the actual bag of mini-marshmallows. I must have been still congratulating myself for averting what could have been one of the greatest kitchen disasters of all time and not paying attention to how fast the marshmallows were tumbling out of the bag, but in an instant, the entire paper plate was full.
Jack said, "Whoa, mom. That's too much."
"I know, it is too much," I said as I started to put some back in the bag. To which he replied, "I like too much!"
Thus, leaving absolutely no doubt whatsoever that he is truly my son.