Ism of the Week

"Mommy, there's syrup in my crack."

"What?!?"

"Yeah, there's syrup in my crack.  From breakfast."

"How did you get syrup in your crack?"

"I don't know.  I guess I'm just a messy eater."

"That's an understatement, Cael.  Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Yes, it's sticky."

"Gross.  Would you please go to the bathroom and clean yourself up?  There are diaper wipes in the white cabinet."

"Why do I need Graham's wipes?"

"To get the syrup out of your crack!"

"No, I'll just do it in the sink."

"Cael, I don't want your sticky bottom in my kitchen sink.  Please go to the bathroom."

"My sticky bottom?  Why would my bottom be sticky?  You're silly, Mommy."

"But you said there was syrup in your crack."

"Yeah, Mommy.  This crack here between my lips.  In the corner of my mouth.  It's very sticky."

"Oh, that crack.  Yes, you can wash your face at the sink."

"How would I even get syrup in my bottom, Mom?"

"I don't know, dude, but I've seen you eat."

"Yeah.  And I guess I did find those two cookies in there the other day...."