I adore my children. I think they are the most darling and hilarious little people I've ever met. There are some days, however, where I miss having intellectual conversations (this is why I'm determined to be a veracious reader). Just in case you don't quite understand my deep need for adult conversation, here's a little sample of conversations I've had in just the last 24 hours with my Kaden:

K:Mommy, when can we go the big jungle?
Me: ?
Me: I'm not sure...
K: Because when we go, I DON'T want to step in elephant poop or peep, OK?
Me: That sounds like a deal to me.

K: Does God like to eat treats?
Me: Jesus probably didn't eat a lot of treats. He wants us to keep our bodies healthy.
K: Well Goliath eats a lot of treats because he's BAD.
Me: Alrighty then.

(Coming back to pick up the boys at my parent's late last night ...Kaden was still awake)
K: Mommy, Grandpa said if I don't fall asleep he's going to burn my head.
Me: WHAT?! I don't think that's what he said. Grandpa would never burn your head.
(Kaden goes into the office and asks Grandpa what he said.)
K: Ohhhhhh! Grandpa said if I don't fall asleep you're going to be mad.

Me: Kaden, please go put chapstick on your lips. They look really dry.
K: Nooooooooooooo. Then I can't be a superhero!
Me: What do you mean?
K: Does Batman wear chapstick?
Me (so very convincingly): Uh, OF COURSE! Batman's lips are as smooth as can be.
K: Oh, o.k.