Boys will be boys, right? Yah.

The other day, the Smart One got up out of bed. We were surprised as he didn't have school..and well, let's just say he isn't exactly a morning person. He was still in his clothes from the day before. We had a good laught about boys being boys, which then led into a discussion of junior high boys and their lack of …er…care about their hygeine. Which led to more laughs as we discussed how boy will just be boys and just don't care.

And then I went upstairs.

A few moments later, B-boo came into my room laughing.

I'll try my best to give you the visual. Watching B-boo as she re-enacted the story was priceless.

She said that the bathroom door was open, so she opened it a bit more to tell Chicken Noodle Butt to hurry up and brush his teeth and come downstairs because we were leaving to go get him some pants. She was telling him this as she opened the door to find him in the *boys takes a whiz stand.* He was pushed forward taking a whiz while brushing his teeth. 

His response?

A muffled *ok* while he continued to whiz and brush his teeth at the same time!

Yeah, boys will be boys alright!

So many of our laughable moments are centered around Chicken Noodle Butt. He's five. He's funny. He loves to make others laugh.

Earlier today, I dropped him off at his Aunt's home so that he could swim while I attended a meeting. As he ran off to get his swim suit on, he ran into the wall. He does this a lot…not look where he is going and then remarking that he is ok after he's hit yet one more thing.

Tonight as we were having family dinner, I looked to my right to find his face in his plate. It reminded me of the scene in "A Christmas Story" where they try to make the little brother eat his mashed potatoes and he acts like a pig. Ok, although inside I was dying, on the outside I was firm and reminded him of his manners.

Once he was finished, I asked him to take his plate to the sink. That was fine, except he was walking one way and looking the other. I reminded him to watch where he was walking. Hysterical! The boy points his face up and starts looking around asking, "Where?"

We finally give up and just tell him to take his plate to the sink.

About that time, the phone rings. Drama Queen goes to answer it and remarks that no one is there and puts it back. A second later, my cell phone rings. Chicken Noodle Butt is next to it, so I ask him to bring me my phone. He runs into the other room and fetches the house phone and brings it to me, all the while B-Boo is bringing me my ringing cell phone.

Seconds later, Chicken Noodle Butt comes back with the house phone, quite proud of himself. I simply ask him through my laughter, "Is that phone ringing?"

Confused, he replies, "No!"

Yeah, that's about the way he is all the time!

Having a serious conversation can be hard at times. Especially when it involves spinach.

Tonight is the season premiere of Bones. Yup. We finished Alias just in time to focus on Bones. My good friend is coming over to watch it with us; after she runs three miles. I thought I'd make a nice dinner in celebration.

Baked Salmon

Caesar Salad

Little slices of bread with spinach dip

Cookies

And something else, but I'm not sure what.

But then, B-Boo enticed me into the kitchen.

With little slices of bread and spinach dip.

She took a bite as I spread dip on mine and proceeded to have a conversation with me. With her mouth full of spinach dip and bread.

The thing is, I could understand her. So I did what any reasonable mother would do and told her to stop talking with her mouth full of food.

Not!

I proceeded to put my slice in my mouth and answer her.

We went on like that for a few moments.

Then I couldn't take it anymore. She had spinach in her braces. That's just gross. So I told her so.

And burst into laughter.

It's good to have these mother/daughter moments that we'll always cherish.

Apparently Chicken Noodle Butt was having issues this morning.

First, he came downstairs without getting dressed.

He was sent back upstairs to get dressed for school. 

He came back downstairs with a shirt full of paint and food that he had obviously not put into the dirty hamper.

He was sent back upstairs to get a clean shirt.

He came back downstairs with a different shirt. I thought it looked kind of weird because there was a white spot on his chest near the collar and was wondering how he had managed to get it there since he still hadn't brushed his teeth.

However, the boy only had one sock on his left foot, so I thought I'd deal with that first.

"How come you only have one sock on?"

Shocked look appears.

"Oh, I forgot to put the other one on."

He turns around and goes back upstairs.

He comes back moments later, two socks on his feet, black shorts and a tan shirt…with a white thing on it. I"m seriously trying to contain my laughter, because I'm sure it's hard to be five. So I ask him to come here.

He does.

The white thing is a tag; the kind that is a part of the shirt, not a flappy one that you have to cut off. I crack up. I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I ask him to please take off his shirt. He does.

His eyes widen.

"Aunt Hope, my shirt was inside."

We both laugh. I'm still giggling about it every time I picture it. What a way to start the day!