My plan, after we all catch up on some sleep, is to send the kids out to play in the snow. I'm sure they'll run around, make a mess, and come in hungry and tired. Like me, they tend to get goofy when they're tired. Maybe by the afternoon I'll catch some crazy things coming from their mouths. Similar to the conversation with Little Dude Thursday night.
We had tacos for dinner (nom nom). We love tacos. We love them to the point I need to start getting the double tacos. No, 12 taco shells are not enough for this 4-person family!
We were done eating but still had yet to clean everything up. Next thing I know Little Dude is in the kitchen. I peek in to see what he's doing. He's licking the remaining taco sauce out of the bowl. Nothing else. Just taco sauce. Nasty!!
He then moves on the the few remaining tomatoes. I finally ask what he thinks he's doing. His answer?
Perhaps I should call Webster and ask them to add that to their dictionary?
Until next time....