Payoffs Part II

The important questions:
"Mom, what sport are you gonna be when you're gonna be a player? If the football guys hit you in the face, do they have to have a time out?"

"When you were a big boy and I'm was a mommy, could you not break the slide?"

"Wuh...wuh...wuh...woot beer. Mom, does woot beer start with a W?"

"Where's daddy's machine for his face [electric razor]? I'm just gonna use it to get the pokeys off your leg, okay Mom?"

"Who just puts gas in my diaper?"

"Do you want to help me finish my ice cream juice [melted ice cream at the bottom of the bowl]?"

In his dreams:
"You hath to wear a cape or you can't fly when you're Supermom in your dreams."

"There was a voice in my blue dream."

"Mom, in my dream you were playing a game and the robot taked your hand. I think he doesn't like arms on people."

"In my bad dreams, I'm was shooting a gun and I shooted my head off and my arms."

Trumanisms:
"To infinilly and beyond!"
"lellipop"
"It's my turn to sing the prayer."
"Light Me a Queen" (Lightning McQueen)

How could I possibly keep this stuff to myself?

The Up Side of the Flu

And you thought there WAS no upside to the stomach flu (other than the up-chucking part, which we also had...) but here's why this bout really could have been worse:

1) Matt came home from work early yesterday and stayed home again today, so I've seen more of my husband in the last 36 hours than in the last three weeks combined.

2) The total bliss of feeling normal again after only 12 hours of wanting to turn myself inside out.

3) Little Caesar's and donuts for dinner tonight - after all, I was still too weak to cook, and we were trying to make up for lost calories.

4) I could no longer avoid washing Truman's sheets. And blankets. And dust ruffle. And carpet.

5) Matt's virtual golf swing is really showing some improvement, thanks to Tiger Woods 2011 for the Wii.

6) Caleb didn't get sick. At least, we don't think he did. He never threw up, anyway.

7) Something to blog about.