Ugh.

While in the third trimester of pregnancy:

Me: I'm getting cankles
Bil: What are cankles?
Me: When your legs run into your feet, and there is no ankle definition.
Bil: All the more reason to wear your Uggs.

Like Father Like Son

Now that Raviv is beginning to talk more, I realize how similar he and Bil are. Now that Bil is not the only humorous one in the house, I will start including conversations with my son.

While at the library, Raviv had a total meltdown.

Raviv (frantic and crying in that way only a 2 year old can pull off): I want to go! I want to go!
Me: We'll go home in a minute
Raviv: No! I want to go!
Me: Where do you want to go?
Raviv: Shopping!

Does Ketchup say Moo?

Bil made Raviv french fries for his birthday which he enjoyed dipping in my ketchup.

Bil: I don't understand- He'll eat ketchup but not meat?
Me: They aren't really the same thing.

While getting Raviv ready for bed...

Me: What are you looking for? Raviv has pajamas on his changing table.
Bil: But they don't match
Me: So?
Bil: He needs matching pajamas!
Me: Why?
Bil: What if there was a fashion emergency!
Me: What kind of fashion emergency would there be?
Bil: I don't know, but I don't want to risk it.