Me: OK buddy, it's time for stories.
Berkley: No, no.
Me: Yes, let's go read some stories and take a snooze.
Berkley, grabbing onto his dad's shirt: No, daddy read me stories! Daddy stories!
Shawn: OK, I'll read you stories.
Berkley, looking at me, in a sing songy voice: na na na naaa na na.
Shawn and Whitney: hysterical laughing.
What's that? A moment for disciplining the little brat? Sorry, it was too funny.
Items found in my bedside trashcan this morning: $1, a pair of earrings, a necklace.
Berkley: Mommy, you love me?
Me: Yeah, I love you. Do you love me?
Berkley when Sovie wakes up from her morning nap: Sovie! It's good to see you.
Berkley: Mommy, I'm a monster, I'm gonna get you!
Me: Oh no, don't get me monster.
Berkley: No mommy, I'm not a scary monster, I'm a happy monster.
Berkley pointing at the window: Mommy, you see the ghost? (reflections)
I have no clue how his brain connects reflections to ghosts, promise he doesn't watch horror movies!
Anyway, don't know if you find these things amusing but I wanted to jot them down.