Bugga said to me the other day, "Mom, when I grow up, I'm gonna marry you." And I asked him, "What will we do when we're married?" He looked up at me with those killer eyes and answered, "*mwah* *mwah* *mwah* *mwah*." "Oh, we're gonna kiss when we're married?" "Uh huh." Then Buddha chimed in with, "And go on dates!" So Bugga promptly and deftly revised his definition of marriage to ecstatically include, "Yeah! Lot's of dates!"
Nice to know I'll be going on lots of dates for the rest of my life. :D
Also the other day . . . .
Bugga sat beside me blowing on my gargantuan belly over and over again. Finally I asked him what he was doing and he happily replied, "I'm blowing my morning breath on Karsten so he can smell it!"