Me: Caleb, don't smush the spilled cheerios with your bike!
Caleb: There's no business like Cheerio business, Mom!
Me: Caleb, does the bath feel okay? The temperature, I mean?
Caleb: Ha ha, yeah yeah, Mom. Don't you worry about a THING! Okay, Mom?
12/14/11
Caleb: I want a hot dog. And a hamburger. For dinner I mean. And I wanna eat on the couch. And watch Cars 2. That's the only thing I can do with my food. Eat. On the Couch. With Cars 2. With a hamburger with no bun and no ketchup and a hot dog with no bun but with ketchup on the plate. Okay?
Me: We're having hambugers and veggies at the table.
Caleb: Oh, that's not a very good idea.
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