At dinner tonight:
Carson: Ewww! What is that?
Mom: It is Spanish Rice...don't say yuck before you have even tried it
Carson: Our language is white
Dad: It is called English
Carson: So we should call this English Rice
Where did he come up with that? Cracks me up
***Also this morning when I woke him up for school he sits up and says, "I was dreaming we were at a corn dog stand!"
****Tonight while I was cleaning out the spare bedroom I heard a loud crash and ran into the kitchen. I had mopped the floor and already told Carson once not to go in there because it was wet. Well I guess he couldn't resist and had to go surfing. He split open his chin and bit the inside of his cheek. Poor kid was so upset. Our awesome neighbor came over and patched him up for me.
