"Mommy?" Ryan follows me into the kitchen.
I'm making breakfast, and he is the first one dressed.
He's always the first one dressed, which is funny, as he is the last one I wake up. I just can't bring myself to unfold his little seahorse shape from under the covers first. I go after the "aw, Mo--oom" big boys instead, they of the "OH! Don't turn on the light!!" pleas.
"Mommy, did you know, that if you are in a meeting or something like that, and you have to fart, or you fart, that you should look at someone else and say their name? Then everyone will look at them, and they won't think you did it." He giggles.
He's gone in a flash, to go torment his brothers into hurrying up.
Well. Guess I'll have to keep that in mind, you know, as I attend so many meetings these days.
I'm assuming he'll file that one under "Life's Lessons" as I don't think that it is officially on the curriculum at school.
And it's the things we learn while we aren't at school that are sometimes more important, right?