NapjunkieMom

Jon was talking to Jim on the phone, and paused to say, "I have a call on another line.  Beeeeeeeep!"

I didn't realize how much of life my children have not experienced, until we went to Gatlinburg and the kids' ooh ed and aah ed about the escalators.  Wouldn't have been so bad but some other tourists noticed.

We had just had a nice lunch and ice cream at Ivanhoe's, and were driving back home when Jon asked, "What is vomit?".  That had me worried, so I asked him why he wanted to know.  "Is vomit the same as barf?"  Jim perked up and I tried to shush him before he started to opine on the many words that are synonymous with vomit.  "Well, there is my favorite, upchuck." Jim said.  And I said, "There are many, many words that we don't have to list right after lunch."  "Oh, you mean like head poop?"  Jon said.

I was taking a nap, powering up for a stint at Chuck E. Cheese, when Jon came in and decided to take a nap too.  That lasted less than a minute, then he got out the yoga mat, and decided to do a pose.  I didn't realize he knew yoga, so I asked him the name of his pose.  He was flat on his back with his arms outstretched.  The name: Fallen Tree.

We had a cook-out, and as we were eating, Jon said, "Someone greased my wiener."  Funny this was, he was eating a hamburger.  Turns out Garfield the cat said that in one of the thousand of strips Jon has memorized.