so at dinner every night we like to ask each other about their day.
sometimes the boys cooperate and talk a lot, other nights they refuse defiantly to participate, and then there are nights when you just can't even fathom what will come out of their mouths.
case in point.
burrito in sharing about his day at school today:
me: so burrito, tell me about your day today.
burrito: we had music, and p.e. and played in centers.
john: really? what center did you play in?
burrito: home living. i was playing with weston and grayson. weston was the baby. grayson and i were the mom and dad. no, we weren't the mom and dad. we pretended the mom and dad were dead. they were in heaven with jesus.
me: really? that is using your imagination! (trying to put a positive spin on the fact that the mom and dad were dead!) so you and grayson were like the older brothers, then?
burrito: yes, we were the older brothers. and we had to take care of the baby and feed him and stuff.
me: what did you feed the baby?
burrito: soda! (in a tone like "duh mom! don't you know babies drink soda?" and we don't even use the word soda in our house. we don't even drink soda in our house! where does he come up with this stuff?!?!?)
and john and i burst out in uncontrollable laughter! i promise that this is exactly what was said at our dinner table tonight by our 5 year old. insane!