complex

Someone please explain to me what is going on in my son's head...

A couple of weeks ago, we were headed out of town.  After crazily getting packed and everything and everyone piled into the car, we started off on our way.  Josh was in the back and I was kitty corner to him in the front, passenger seat.  We hadn't even left the neighbourhood and I was JUST settling into my seat when Josh said to me, "Mommy, flatten your hair.  It's getting pretty crazy."  Seriously?!

Then yesterday, after a fair bit of time in the water the past couple of weeks, we had this conversation:

J: Mommy, do you have a bathing suit where there is a top part that covers here (pointing to his chest) and a bottom part that covers your privates?

Y: You mean a bikini?

J: Yeah, do you have a bikini?  Next time we go swimming, can you wear a bikini?

WTF?!  Seriously, someone please explain what my son is thinking because I'm starting to get a complex...

cotton candy

Out of the blue this morning:

A: Mommy, we had cotton candy when we went to the PNE yast time.  Can we go to the PNE again and have cotton candy?
Y: Of course we can!
A: (jumping up and down) Yay!  I yove cotton candy!  Do you yove cotton candy too?
Y: Yes, I do.  Do you know why they call it cotton candy?
A: (still jumping up and down) Because it tastes yike candy!
Y: And what does it look like?
A: (stops and thinks long and hard) ...Fyuff!

SO funny.  In her defense, I asked her if she knew what cotton was and she didn't.  When I gave her a cotton ball, she said, "Mommy! It feels yike cotton candy!".  Ha.