"Mommy, that boy has girl hair"

Today was a pretty good day. We had a little bit of a rough afternoon because Landon refused to nap. It only took one good upside down giggle (on his part, that is) to realize why he gave up on his precious sleep and that boy LOVES his sleep (I only wish that was the case when he was an infant).

A MOLOR is beginning to break through. Poor little kid. He has 5 teeth on top now, and still 2 little ones on the bottom. I guess there isn't a clear cut rule as to how they get them, because I've never been able to predict which ones will come next.

I opted to take the kids out for a quick and easy dinner since our afternoon routine was pretty much shot. Kelly, of course, had to work late, so it was just me and my fellas. Both of the boys LOVE waffles, so we headed to Waffle House. I guess they're all over the US, but if you're not familiar with the restaurant, it's a 24 hour, greasy food joint, but their waffles are TO DIE FOR. I was in the mood for a patty melt and my usual hashbrowns, scattered, smothered (onions), and covered(cheese) (YUUUUMMMMM!).

We sat down and ordered, and all the while, I was responding to Colin's normal smattering of questions and comments:

"Mommy, why is the waitress over there on that side of the wall?"

"Mommy, look at the light (a large round one), it looks like the MOON."

(The waitress comes by and brings our food.)

"Mommy, how do they get back behind there to make the food?"

Next comes the kicker.

Remember, this is a 24 hour joint, in the SOUTH.




"Mommy, (referring to the cook), why does that boy have girl hair?"





Thank GOD, we already had our food.




Now, if any of you have a 3 year old. You understand, that the voice of said 3 year old knows NO level of refrain, even when said 3 year old is talking about a person who is about 10 feet away from them.

Translation: EVERY. ONE. HEARD HIM.

Nice.

You just don't realize what you will have to deal with when you become a parent do you, but it sure makes life interesting.