"It's not underwear, mom, it's britches."
After examining a skin tag I have on my arm (thanks to pregnancy), Jack said, "After the doctor takes it off, I'll be happy to touch your arm."
6:07 am, CST: "Mom!...Mom!" I get out of my cozy bed to see what he needs.
Me: "What do you need, Bud?"
Jack: "Can you pick my truck up, please?"
Me: "Why can't you pick it up?"
Jack: "Because I'm in bed and I have my covers on."
Bless his heart...
