When L brought home my lidocaine...
Me: This stuff rocks! I mean seriously
rocks. Forget meth, someone should sell this as a street drug!
L: The do honey, it's called cocaine...
Waiting at a stoplight behind a school bus with H2...
H2: That's a nice bus. Can I ride it?
Me: Not till you're five years old. You're just three years old right now.
H2: Where's the door? How do you get on?
Me: It's on the side. There is a door that opens and then there are steps you go up to get on.
H2: (with a note of awe in his voice) Gosh, that's a clever school bus.