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?