I'm hoping for the Chipmunk connection.

The Hub was helping Jase climb a tree this weekend while the entire neighborhood was in our yard for kickball and other games. Another parent made a comment about Jase being a chipmunk. Then the Hub asked her to let go and she said, "No, I might fall and break my nuts."

I'm sure nuts was a chipmunk connection and not the "other" kind...surely.

Boys will ALWAYS be boys!

And by that I mean thinking they're funny when they are really just crude...but boy do they make themselves laugh.

Mase and I were talking as I was tucking him in and here was the conversation:

Mase: You're the best mom in the world.
Me: But I'm your only mom.
Mase: And you're the best.
Me: Thank you, Son. I still remember when you were born...such a shock when Dad told me you were a boy (we thought Mase was a girl...95% GIRL said the sonogram). I thought you were a girl.
Mase: I know, but I was a boy...still am, want me to prove it? *giggles uncontrollably*

Such a funny guy....so he thinks.

Just a couple of laughs:

Mase's friend came to the door and knocked. My mom, who is visiting from Texas, called for Mase to answer the door. Mase took his time, so Mom once again called to him to answer the door for his friend. Mom yelled one more time. Mase came around the corner and looked straight at his grandmother and said in a very agrivated way, "Momma D, you gotta stop being so Texan. Up here, we Michiganians don't just rush to open the door!"


The other day we were riding with a couple of our friend's kids. Their oldest boy is 12 and has quite a mustache for a 12 year old. Mase saw it and said, "You have a mustache!" "Yeah, I'm 12," said the boy. Mase answered, "But Bren is almost 12 and she doesn't have a mustache."
*Bren was very displeased with his observation.*

Mase strikes again!

Watch out Jase...Mase is giving you a run for your money!!

The other night as I knelt beside my son's bed to listen to his sweet prayers...well here's how it went:

Mase: Dear Heavenly Fath...Um, Mom, I can see your hole. *points to my cleavage*
Me: It's called cleavage. Continue.
Mase: You should wear a bra.
Me: I AM wearing a bra.
Mase: Doesn't look like it.
Me: *shows my bra strap* See!
Mase: Well it sure doesn't cover much.
Me: Prayer, now!

My mom overheard this and was rolling by the time I entered the kitchen.