Yesterday I was busy doing something in the kitchen.
I really can't remember what it was I was doing, but for a mother of five whose laundry room IS the kitchen, there are endless tasks in there.
Anyways, there I was busy with my motherly tasks when Josiah runs up to me and says "I made a mess."
So I said what any reasonable mom would say "Well, go clean it up".
To which he replied "Do pumpkins break???"
Huhhhh??? "Did I hear you right?? What did you say?"
"Do pumpkins break???"
Then I remembered the ceramic pumpkin I had (stupidly) put in the bathroom - to "spruce" it up, you know.
Sure enough, it was shattered into countless pieces!!!!
Better be glad he's so darn cute. AND my last lil' baby.