I almost forgot to tell you about the Funny Conversation of the Week. Monday morning, Mini was laying (lying? I never know which one to use) on my bed watching Imagination Movers while Hubby and I got ready for work.
There he was propped up on the pillows, one hand up behind his head, and the other down his pants. Al Bundy-style.
It begged the question: "Why do you have your hand down your pants?"
"Because I can reach it."
He's two, folks.
I think I have my work cut out for me.