Nice!

Being the sole caretaker of an infant led to a lack of photographic evidence of our recent camping trip. So while I attempt to steal pictures from my mother-in-law to post, chew on this conversation with Mason from earlier today.

First, let me set the stage. We were driving home from Mason's swimming lesson, engaged in fairly pleasant conversation, when he posed the following question.


Mason: How do you kill someone?

Dad (after he had picked his jaw up off the floor, under his breath to mom): You're so in charge of answering this one.

Mom (with a dirty look in Dad's direction): You don't. It's naughty. Like, the naughtiest thing ever.

Dad: Yeah, that would get you a really big time out.

MAN! Do you ever wonder where things your kids say come from? I for one have no idea what prompted this. We weren't having a conversation about where we would hide the bodies; we hadn't even jokingly referred to Achmed, the Dead Terrorist.