One week on lock down in Atlanta's icy tundra has made my boys go a little batty. Felix is just generally a bull in a china shop, and tornadoes through the house, scaling everything he can get his paws on. And biting. Hard.
Miles and Eric have started talking crazy.
Last night Eric and I rented The Social Network from RedBox for our date night, and then at 4am in the morning, after I slunk back into bed from Felix's late night snack, Eric said:
"This might be a dream, but I may have just deposited a billion dollar check."
And many of my facebook friends already saw this one, but Miles's gem from the day:
Mom while changing Miles's poopy diaper a minute ago (read: potty training is going nowhere fast in this house): "Miles, what happens to food when you eat it?"