Today has been a rough day. Our 9 year old Siamese cat had to have some dental work - a tooth fell out over the weekend, today the vet had to remove ALL of his teeth and in the process apparently broke and wired his jaw.
The lowercase has been particularly clingy and very whiny - you know the day where the 3 year old starts crying if you go into the bathroom or if you turn Elmo on 2 minutes after it's started and he can't see ALL of it.
So while he was whining and driving me nuts, I looked at him and asked if we could just toss him out with the recycling or perhaps take him back to the store for a new less whiny version.
He looked me in the eye and, in all seriousness, said, "Mommy, you can't take me back. There's no store to take me back to. I'm a gift from God."
So as I giggle and hug him and tell him he's right, it gets better.
"And, Mommy, we don't have a spaceship. I'm pretty sure we need a spaceship to get to heaven because it isn't on Earth."
So help me if this kid is a budding Scientologist... No more Tom Cruise movies for him!
