IHOP

Q: Is it strange that our son pulls his pants down, bends over, pretends his cute, little, naked butt is talking and calls said talking butt "Dr. Waffles"?

A: Not in our house. Nope, not strange at all.

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Went to IHOP this a.m. with Son #2 because he wanted Horton Hears a Who pancakes and a Beezlenut Splash drink. This is the stuff that dreams are made of for kids. And dentists.



On the way out the door, there were a couple of phone booths.

Son #2: "Whoa, look mama! They have phone booths here."

Me: "Tell me you've never seen a phone booth before!?"

Unreal.

Sometimes it's easy to forget just how much the world has changed.