C-ism

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.