Cynical Mom

Probably not what they intended...

We passed a car on the highway[1] with the license plate "BEARFN1".

I am assuming the owner meant it to express the joie de vivre of ursines, but when I asked my five year old to read it, he said: "BARFing??!? Ew, gross!".

[1] A Chicago highway, the only place I've ever had a driver behind me honk because I was going *only* fifteen miles over the speed limit and I needed to move over to the granny lane.

The cutiest

While telling him he was so lucky to get to celebrate two holidays in December (hannukah in our house, christmas when we visit my family), Jared said:

"Not just two! Four holidays! Halloween is the treatiest, Thanksgiving is the turkiest, Hannukah is the Latke-est, and Christmas is the present-es!"

[no, that's not a typo - it's present-es, not present-est, as he explained to me]

Did you know, the benches at McDonalds aren't level?

I know this, now.

Why do I know this, you ask?

Well, it's because when I took my kids there for dinner tonight, my three year old peed all over the bench, and it slooooowwwly pooled over on the other side of the bench.

It's been a fun night...