And tacos come from Moe's

Tonight we were at a restaurant for dinner. On the kids' menu there was a game to match the food with the place in the world it originated. Scott decided to play the game with Calem.

Scott: Calem, where does spaghetti come from?

Calem: Ummm, from restaurants and homes.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Highly Suspect Pillow Talk

It never ceases to amaze me how observant toddlers can be. Because I noticed Isaac's normal red pillow was looking less than fresh yesterday, I decided to throw the pillow case in the wash and replace it with a fresh blue plaid pillow case. And here's the sequence that went down at bedtime last night:

All ready for bed and happy to be there, Isaac climbed into his little bed, scooted himself between the covers with his normal flourish and turned to lie his head down--but froze with a very serious furrow in his brow and his eyes fixed on his pillow...

Isaac: Wha dat pih-woh??

Mommy: That's your pillow. Mommy put a clean pillow case on it.

Isaac: Why?

Mommy: The red one is dirty, it's being washed.

Isaac: Where MY pih-woh??

Mommy: This one IS your pillow.

Isaac is silent, still staring at the pillow in question...

Isaac: Oh. Okay.

Head down on pillow. All's well with the world. Good night.