On the way out to take pictures with Santa tonight - cross that off my list - my daughter turned to me and said,
"Oh Mommy, guess what? Ken at school has a brother Sam and a step-brother Aaron. I did not know that you can have step-brothers - so we should get a step-brother, too!"
What I wanted to say was, "If your father keeps pulling the covers off of Mommy at night, there's a good chance you might have a step-brother some day" but I refrained.
After our visit with Santa I noticed my son's bottom lip area is getting really chapped. I told him we'd have to put some lotion or chapstick on it when we get home. He said,
"It's okay Mommy. Miss Jenn puts gas on it at school."
Him: "Yup. Gasoline."
You guessed it - his interpretation of Vaseline.