Some conversations we've had with Scott lately:
on a car ride after a long silence, Scott pipes up: "My hands will rock the world." Future jazz prodigy? Who knows...
Scott: "We're fuzzy mom. Is it time to eat?"
Scott: Mom, are you Jennie or mommy?
Me: Actually I'm both.
Scott: Oh. (rubbing my belly) Is Jennie in your tummy?
excitedly: Mommy, my bum is singing!!
Making like he's flexing, only with elbows forward instead of out to the sides,"Mom, my elbows are growing stronger and stronger!"
to Jer, while squeezing his forearm: "Daddy, is this arm grass?"