The things she says...

And the things my husband's dirty mind does with them.

This evening, N said, "Mommy, blow on my hot dog." And she meant to cool it off so she could eat it. But D, the perv he is, just giggled like an 11-year-old boy.

And then later after I put G to bed, N and D were playing Barbie Pet Shop. I asked if I could play. N said I could be the "comer," as in the person who comes to the store to buy the pets. Snicker, snicker, snort from the peanut gallery.

Gee whiz. I'll be glad when he goes back to work tomorrow.