Conversations with a 3-year-old

Scene: Jack sitting on the potty, me sitting in the chair outside the bathroom in the hallway waiting for him before naptime. He is stalling for time to delay his nap, thus engaging me in conversation while he uses the facilities.

Jack: Mommy, my poop comes out of my tushie?
Me: Yep, it does.
Jack: It's in there with the food?
Me: Yep, it is.
Jack: It is squishing all the food?
Me: Well, no. Your tummy takes the parts of food that it can't use and turns it into poop. So your tummy turns the food into poop.
Jack: (silent for a second) Mommy, my poop talks!
Me: No it doesn't.
Jack: Yes! It does! It goes, "weeeee."
Me: (laughing) Well, sometimes poop makes noise when it comes out. That happens.
Jack: Mommy, sometimes it makes a BIG NOISE!

Seriously, I can't believe the thought process that went into that on his part. To actually wonder how his stomach works and think up explanations is pretty smart. And his eloquence in expressing it ... well he IS a boy.

No segue here whatsoever, but today is my fifth wedding anniversary. Five wonderful years. Two of the best years of my life.

No, really, I love this man and all he brings to my life. He's an amazing father, a perfect match for my sarcastic streak, a ridiculously smart businessman and a fixer of my computer. He helps around the house, lets me sleep in, gets my pregnant ass ice cream, plans ridiculously awesome vacations for us, doesn't yell when I go over budget every week, loves me unconditionally (which can be difficult at times), gets excited when I share breaking sports news with him, laughs at my jokes and always ALWAYS puts the toilet seat down. He's a prince among men. I make fun a lot on this blog, but I would be in big trouble without him. As I told him as part of my vows five years ago tonight, "You've taught me to reach for the stars, but still be aware of reality." Josh, I love you. Thanks for everything you bring to my life.