A conversation I had with my son at bedtime last night:

Jman:  “Mommy, what is the American dream?”

Me:  “What the…oh, um, it’s…”

Jman:  “But why is miniature golf so much fun?”

Me:  “Oh.  Well, because you get to…”

Jman:  “Why does LL have nipples?”

Me:  (silence)

Jman:  “It’s not like she uses them.”

Me:  “Um.  Well, as far as I know, I’m the only person in this house who has actually used her nipples for anything.”

Jman:  (silence)

Jman:  “So then why do I have nipples, mommy.”

Me:  “Maybe we can ask Hanna Rosin tomorrow.”

Jman:  “Who’s Hanna Rosin?”

Me:  “Good night, Jman.”

Jman:  “Night.”  (Giggling.)

OH I wish he could stay three forever.  One day he will ask his buddies all of his silly questions, and not his mama.  Although I hope he doesn’t talk to them about his sister’s nipples.