Just one more reason it's great to be kid

As CR and I were chatting and playing a game the other day, he could not sit still. Every pause to take a turn at Memory, he matched his focused moment with a series of manic moves - it ranged from lying on his back, to jumping off the couch, to doing a little dance to music playing in his head - it was fascinating to me. I simply imagined myself, as an adult, behaving in the same manner while having a conversation with another adult...I would be labeled as manic, or worse, flat-out crazy.

It must be nice to be able to be a little nuts, and smilingly have it passed off as simply being a kid...

Conversations...

Mommy: What should we do this afternoon?
CR: I don't know, go downstairs or somethiiiing...maybe paint, yeah, lets paint!
Mommy: Where do you want to paint?
CR: I don't know, on my diesel, yeah, on my diesel!!
Not a first choice for artists, but a huge hit on the Island of Sodor...

After changing Baby C's diaper and applying diaper rash cream to her backside, I remarked to CR that her bum hurts (note to self: cut back on feeding her lentils and split peas).
CR: Maybe you shouldn't take her temperature then.
After a long, long string of ear infections as a wee-one, CR endured way too many thermometer sessions. Knock on wood, we haven't had to take his temp for a long time...this is going to sound wrong, but the next time we have to and ask him to lift his tongue rather than drop his drawers, I hope he is relieved rather than disappointed...