Had to take the car into the body shop early this morning. They'll have it for four days, but when I get it back, no dents! I am driving a NON SUV and it feels like I'm scraping the ground. I'm just used to being in an "high up" car, I guess. But I can drive anything for four days.

Thing Four (who is two) is becoming so articulate, now. He and I have full-blown discussions about things, and it's fun to see his perspective and how he views life. And I can't get away with much any more. He always tells the truth! The other day I was mortified:

Hubby: So, what did you do today?

Thing Four: I rode in the car with no shoes on.

Me, piping in: It was for just running the kids down the street to school, and he had SOCKS on!!!

Hubby: (Chuckling) Okay. What did you have for lunch?

Thing Four: Grilled cheese.

Hubby: What did you have for dinner?

Thing Four: Grilled cheese!!!

Hubby: Again?

Thing Four: Yes!!!

*cue me grumbling*

In my defense, it was ONE day, he had eaten grilled cheese for lunch, but at dinner time he refused to eat what I'd cooked, and told me he wanted grilled cheese over and over and over and over and over and OVER--and I finally gave in.

Never again. Guess I can't get away with much, any more! Oh well.

Lots to do today. Guess I'd better get going.