As a mom I find my self under a constant fire of questions, “Can I go to the bathroom?” “What can I eat?” “Where is the (fill in the blank) toy and the 10 zillion accessories that go with it?”
Question of the day from Morgan “Do you fart in your sleep?” To which I start my own list of mental questions — Why does he need an answer to this at 5:30 a.m.? Why is he asking this? Do I really need to answer? Do I care? Am I awake enough to give this some thought?
At least it’s better than the series of bathtub questions the other night (for which Matt was mysteriously absent) “What are these two round things?” “Why do they move when I squish them?” “Why don’t you have them mom?”
Or one of my favorites (from Morgan again as I’m getting him out of bed) “Mom why is your chest in your middle?”
Food for thought.
Life With Boys 
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