Monday nights the boys spend the evening at my parent's house. We always hear all kinds of good stories from the kids the next day. (Lots of "Mommy! Grandpa let me eat 3 WHOLE COOKIES!")

Here's what Zachary reported to me Tuesday morning:
(Zachary): "We watched Dancing With the Stars at Grandma's house last night, Mommy."
(Me): "You did, huh?"
(Zachary): Yeah! And did you know there's a girl on there that can't even hear?"
(Me): "I did know that."
(Zachary): And did you also know that there's a guy on there that can't even SEE and ANOTHER guy that dances that can't even WALK?!"

Hmmmm...