I Can't Make This Up

It's 5:17 and David has already said two hysterical things today.

1. Running out of his bedroom holding his belly, "Ouch! Ouch! My belly hurts so much!" I suggested he lay down and rest. You know, since it's practically the middle of the night and all. He replied with, "NO! I need to drink, and drink, and drink my face off. That's the only thing that will make my belly feel better." Trust me dude. Been there. It doesn't work.

2. Seeing a story about someplace dreadful that got lots of snow, "WHAT is THAT?" Um, snow. "Ugh. I HATE snow. Why would anyone want that?" He is so my child.