Overheard this week

I wake with a start. There is a small child in my bed. I believe he has just kicked me in the face.

I hear: "I want to have that ice cream."

I look closely at the child, who spoke as if we were at the dining room table eating dessert. He is passed out, so asleep.

Max.

In other news:

Mommy (while talking to Daddy and having Harry scream at me): "Harry, you are interrupting me."

Max: "NO, HE'S NOT! ERUPTING IS FOR A VOLCANO!"

Max: "I'm going to get bigger and bigger and bigger and I will be bigger than Harry. Harry will be smaller."

Mommy: "What will you do when you are bigger?"

Max: "Reach all the snacks."

Harry: "I'm going to play wii fit whenever I want."