So Cowboy begins our dinner table conversation by asking me about portions...
Cowboy: Mom! Do you know how to make PORTIONS?
Me: (silently irritated that someone has indoctrinated my son on the ins and outs of dieting) Yes... I do. Why do you ask?
Cowboy: (suddenly VERY excited) YOU MEAN YOU CAN PUT SPECIAL JUICE IN A POT AND MAKE ME ONTO ALL SORTS OF ANIMALS WHEN I DRINK IT!?!?!?!?
Cowboy: (emphatically) Do. You. Know. How. To. Make. A. POTION????
Me: Ooooohhhhh..... no. I don't know how to make potions.
Cowboy: (now thoroughly let down by the surprisingly un-witchieness of his Momma) Oh. Because that would have been really cool.
So... not sure whether I should be bothered that I was IRRITATED that he was using diet-related lingo but was RELIEVED that he was speaking of black magic...
Before bed, Juju came to me very pathetically asking me to read her the book about the monkey.
This is the book she was holding...
I've apparently dropped the ball on her education.
Good thing she starts preschool next week.