I don't talk much about my other kid. My son. My EIGHTEEN year old son. Mainly b/c, well he's a boy and a teen and they're......fun.....to say the least and there's just not a whole lot of cutesy or sweet blog worthy things he does or says.
But occasionally he'll say or do something that's entertaining:
Saturday we were all lazy and slept in till 10ish or so, which put breakfast at about 11ish. Biscuits and gravy, eggs and bacon. McKayla's request.
We sit down at the kitchen table and AS WE'RE EATING, Chris says "We're still having lunch too, right?" Uh, son? We're technically eating lunch right now. "But this is breakfast, this is the first I've ate" he says. "Well, yeah, were eating breakfast food but eating at lunch time." To which he replies "But we'll still eat lunch, right?"
Then a little later, I'm snacking on a muffin when the kids ask if they can have one too. While Chris is eating his muffin, he says "But I still want lunch" Ahhhhhhhhh. Chris, what is your obsession with lunch. You'll eat. You won't starve. Sheesh
This boys mind is stuck on food. Food. Food. Food.