Imagine This

Issac is wearing long johns. He has big, blue, felt slippers on. He is also wearing a red beanie, and orange visor, a red felt cowboy hat, and a life-vest. He is marching around the house, singing a song about firetrucks. I laugh, realizing that one can never be too ridiculous. Ridiculous is good.

Issac has also taken to a new turn of speech. He, very innocently, has been practicing inserting the phrase "What the hell?" into his conversations. An example: this morning, he says to me "Mommy, that's a pretty green shirt you're wearing. You look very pretty today. What the hell?"

Kids. I swear.