My boys say the darnedest things. I figured its time to document them.
Today, C. walks in to me with tears in his eyes.
C: "mommy, A. hurt me. He's a bad guy. He's going to jail!"
Three hours later, C. finds a jumk mail post card in our paper gator (recycling) bin.
C: "Mommy! Look! This says A's not going to jail anymore!!!"
Well, thank goodness for junk mail.