Food for Thought

Or,more accurately, conversations at the dinner table:

Last night as I sat down at my place at the table exhaustion caught up with me.
"I'm soooo tired," I said.
Avery, who had just finished exercising replied, "I'm soooo hot."
Mason immediately followed with, "I'm sooo pretty."

Who is this kid? Then we all laughed hysterically and I didn't feel nearly as tired after that.

A few days ago we were having dinner and Mason disappeared to find his toy computer. When he came back I told him we could play after we finished eating. This obviously did not go over well. Thinking fast- I told him to put it under his chair so that it would be right there and we could play as soon as we were done. That seemed to appease. I turned to get something for Brittain. When I turned back around Mason was sitting at the table with his computer. His plate? On the floor directly under his chair!! Well, how 'bout them apples.