Ian: Good morning mom. I'm a cat.
Me:OK. Good morning my cat.
I roll out of bed with the baby.
We are listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber and dancing like 8o's rock star cats all before breakfast. I love my life.
Me: Ian what do you want for breakfast? Toast or fruitshake?
Ian: Cheese and spicy stuff. And beans.
Me: We don't eat salsa for breakfast.
Ian: I want salsa for breakfast.
Me: (remembering that Ian usualy eats nothing for breakfast) OK. I'll make you salsa for breakfast. (Hey...at least it's fresh from the garden salsa, OK?)
Ian: (after getting his plate of food) I want a popsical.
Me: No popsicals for breakfast. Eat your salsa. (Did I really just say that?)
Me: Ian, come here. I just finished cutting out your paper doll.
Ian: No mom. I'm fishing. (His fishing pole made out of a fabric tape measure clamped to a small pencil sharpener for the hook).
Me: Where are you fishing?
Ian: The Nordic Sea.
Me: What are you fishing for?
Ian: Alaskan bears.
Me: Did you catch one?
Addie interupts: No mom. Our family is allergic to bears.
Well, then. That's that.
What did you do this morning?