QOTD--Mason

The other night at dinner I was a good mother and provided vegetables, ya know, so we don't get scurvy. I know, I'm amaaaazing like that. Well, Sammy didn't want to eat his "greens" (as Stephen lovingly calls them), thank you very much. I told him he needed to either choose celery or salad. He continued to politely refuse. Then Mason, always trying to help, pipes up,

Mason: You can either have strings in your teeth or have the bad taste of salad in your mouth.

Me: Mason! Not helpful.

Mason: What?! I was just telling him what would happen!

Come again?

My husband is awesome. Amazing, wonderful, etc. He is also sometimes hilarious...take yesterday when we were doing the dishes together...the kids were in the other room figuring out a new song on the piano. Stephen commented,

"Of all the things you get annoyed at, I'm surprised you have never-ending patience for listening to the kids on the piano."

And then this morning I was greasing the gerbil's exercise wheel and made a passing comment on how I need an exercise wheel. Sweet Stephen piped up,

"Isn't that what this house is? You always running around but never getting anywhere?"

Um...thanks?