Today...Ty: Mom, lift me up so I can see (in the mirror) if I am pretty or fancy.
Me: So, are you pretty or fancy?
Ty: I'm the right size...I'm fancy!
A minute later...Me: Why are you fancy?
Ty: Fancy means I'm a brother and pretty means you're a Mom.
The other day...Justin: Mom, of all the Mom's that come to help in my class, you're the nicest.
Me: Thanks. Are all the other Mom's mean?
Justin: Oh, I don't mean that, I mean the way you look. (smiles and hugs me)
Me: Well, that's a sweet thing to tell your Mom! (I didn't tell him this, but he secretly put a little hop in my step that day!)
A couple of weeks ago...Justin: Sometimes I think you're the worst Mom in the world.
Me: What?
Justin: And then sometimes I think you're the best mom in the world!
Me: (laughing now!)
Justin: It's like you are in 15th place to the best Mom in the world.
Me: What?
Justin: (back pedaling) I mean you're in 2nd place so 1st place is the best Mom and 2nd place is the worst Mom. See? You're not that bad!
Me: I think you had better stop while you're ahead, Mister! :)
Oh, boy. These all cracked me up, but I think "Fancy" was the funniest! What am I going to do when they stop saying the darndest things? I know I'll miss it.