NapjunkieMom

Jon enjoyed some Skittles and didn't have enough to share, so I told him not to mention it or breathe on his brother.  We arrived home and Robert says, "Something smells fishy".  (I made salmon loaf for dinner).  Jon says, "Something smells Skittle-y."

Robert had his physical yesterday, and Jon followed the doctor around to make sure he didn't make any mistakes.  He spent a long time looking over the computer chart too.

Jon asked the cashier at Marsh if they had any "freshly baked kitten".  I had to clarify that indeed, my child had asked for "freshly baked kitten".  The bagger also wondered what was said, so for the third time that day, the words "freshly baked kitten" were uttered.

Our cat Romeo was sitting up when Jon decided to use The Force on him.  Being startled, the cat fell over.  Jon has been trying to recreate that magical moment ever since.

I was reading a news roundup on my email, when I told the guys, "Hummingbirds have been sighted in Indiana!"  Jon asked me, "Did God send you that email?"