Yesterday, I'm folding clothes and Nathan is having a snack. Zoey was sitting at the kitchen table playing with her "animals" and a variety of other toys that I simply call "junk". Anyway, she is playing and singing to herself. I told her that it was time for her to clean up her toys so we could go outside to play. She looks at me and simply says, "Momma, I'm a singer not a cleaner".
Last night I was getting ready for bed. I walk into the kitchen and see Jon Kent's pajama bottoms laying the floor. I show it to Kent and he said, "Oh, he must have laid them there when he peed on his underwear when going to the bathroom earlier." Kent thought when Jon Kent was peeing in the toilet that he accidentally got a little on his underwear, so he thought nothing of it. Yeah.. upon closer examination Jon Kent was apparently sleep walking and peed on my kitchen rug. That will teach us to give him benadryl right before bed time!