NapjunkieMom

Jon is going to a swanky affair this evening, and wants to wear a tux and bow-tie. The venue: Chuck E. Cheese. The event: J.D.'s birthday.

I asked Jon today if he'd done everything he'd needed to do at school today. (He had a day earlier this week when he didn't want to do work at school). "Yes", he chirped, "everything but put the mop in the toilet." "What? Your teacher didn't make you do that." "Yes, everyone had to, it was "Clean the Toilet at School Day"

Jon doesn't believe in the Tooth Fairy, but he did leave his latest tooth under the pillow. His reasoning: "I just want the money."

We ran out of the yogurt that Jon liked, so I told him to find another snack. Perhaps he noticed my tone was less than motherly, because he said, "You mean like used tissues?"

Jon and I were trying to think of something he could take for Show and Tell that began with an "F". I said things like "Fan and frog". Jon said, "How about a Flum?" "A Flum, I've never heard of such a thing." "Oh", he replied, "you'll find out about that when you get younger."