Today was an unu­sually inte­res­ting day.  BC had tons to say.

Here are just two snip­pets of his conversations:

This mor­ning I say, “Oh, I have to go to the bathroom.”

BC: Is it going to be a solid poop, Mommy?

Guess what I’ve been obses­sing about this week?

At the Vet’s office:

Vet: Do you like to dig in the back yard?

BC: Oh yes!  I have a garden.

Vet: What’s plan­ted in the garden?

BC: Root Beer.  Because like later or when I grow up I want to drink beer.

Insert me craw­ling under my chair and hiding my head under my arms!!!

BEER???  Seriously BC, that’s what you told the Vet we plan­ted in our gar­den?? Oh my gosh.  Are you trying to send me to an early grave?