Six brains

Overheard from BB while hanging out with a big group of family: "I'm so smart I have six brains stacked one on top of the other." Today, he told me he was smarter than me. Wow! All I could do was laugh, at first. Of course, I explained that we're all smart about different things. But the hubris of this six year old. At least he knows what's of value, at least in his relation to me.

At one time over the holiday, there were six dogs running around inside. LB loved chasing the most friendly of them. When we got home last night he was in love with our cats, running after them and grabbing their tails. Every animal has been "kitty" lately, but he started saying "doggy" over the weekend. Now he's calling our cats dogs.

We had incredibly long drives to get there and back, in bad weather. LB stayed mostly calm throughout, which is a first. But his mom had to work hard at it. I'm most surprised about how well BB is traveling. He quietly listened to his headphones and read books for hours and hours.

On the way back, we ate at the buffet of a Flying J truck stop. They had the worst mac 'n cheese I've ever had, but the slice of pork roast was pretty good. While AO was away changing LB's diaper a trucker behind BB and me started to freak out about how bad the food was. I watched the manager begin calling the cops while I heard him on the move behind me. I didn't know whether to get BB up and out of there or sit tight. He actually crashed into me on his way out, hitting me with a big thermos. He looked straight me and all I could do was bend away and hope he'd keep moving. Which he did. Holiday stress, I guess.

Saturday night I discovered White Russians, made with homemade Kahlua. Now I know why the Dude drinks nothing else.