Foul Tastes

Simon: "You're an employee, just like Dad, except you're my employee. Do you know where my employees go? They stay in my closest until they're ready to come out and work."
Me: "What was your favorite thing about school today?"
Simon: "You."
I love my little smooth talker.

Simon: "You're an employee, just like Dad, except you're my employee. Do you know where my employees go? They stay in my closest until they're ready to come out and work."

Simon: "Mom, how do I make my hiccups hic down?"

I gave Simon an allergy chewable, but it was grape flavored. He screamed and ran down the hall, waving his arms around. When he finally swallowed, Simon grimaced and said, "That tastes foul!"

Simon just came running into the room in nothing but his underwear. He stopped and shouted, "My legs are abandoned!"

Simon liked an idea I had, so he came and wrapped his arms around my head. He said, "I'm trying to hug your brain."