Last post of the day... I swear...

I had to have this little conversation on the record... for myself at least... because it had me in stitches.

"Mommy, it's time to get down" (as supposed to "time to get up" he always comes into our room to wake me)
So, mommy gets outta bed...
"Need a drink Wy?"
"Some soy milk"
Okie dokie.
He follows me into the kitchen.
"Wy can you hold this for me?" hand him the half gallon of soy milk while I try and put the other half gallon into the fridge.
"Mom, this is so heavy. I am going to have a heart attack".
RIGHT...

ahhh my mornings...