Grant-isms

We had dinner last night on an enclosed patio at our favorite Mexican food joint. After queso but before our meal, Grant told me his stomach was making music. I thought it was indigestion and told him later his bottom would make music. HA!

But when he was halfway through his dinner, he told me he must have swallowed a tiny radio. I kept playing along and asked if he thought it was in the cupcake from the birthday party earlier in the day. He thought it was and kept eating. He would ask us if we could hear it throughout the meal.

Staying true to her form, Abby had to poop before we left. The girls left and the boys stayed on the patio.

When we came back, Grant exclaimed "Mama! It wasn't my stomach making music, it was the rock! I didn't eat a radio!" You see, we were sitting next to one of those rock speaker things and apparently this really threw him for a loop!

I laugh-cried while finishing my margarita.