My Words Coming Back To Bite Me...

I'm in the office working on homework when I hear Carter say to the dog, "Chia!  DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?  DON'T EAT MY CHICKEN!"  Hahahahahha.  Yes, I say that when they aren't listening.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Naming

Michael, Carter and I had a very late nap today.  We woke up around the time we are usually getting dinner on the table.  Brian had to leave at 5:30 for basketball, so we weren't eating together by this point.  I took the boys to Mt. Vernon for some Wendy's.  About half way through our meal, Michael reached over and snatched one of my french fries.  I asked why he wasn't eating his own and he thought he didn't get any.  I told him to check in his bag.  He took his fries (by the way Wendy's new fries are worlds better than their old.) out of the bag and discovered two in his bag that fell out of the carton.  He said, "A couple fries sneaked out.  It's Margo and Edith!  I named them!"  Hee hee hee. 
I. Love. Him.
He also really loves my craft stuff and was using a couple punches last night (boys' night in, Mama's night out).  He punched circles all around a brown piece of card stock and told Brian it was the two of them dancing and playing all around our yard.  I literally almost cried when Brian told me.  It's so sweet to me the way he words things and the amazing things he thinks up.