I needed a break to do some kitchen-thing on Friday, so I cleverly assigned the boys to do their reading-out-loud work with the baby. (Sam's baby sits in the baby-bouncer and listens as the boys read) I told them to pick any of the "100 things" books. Its a series of non-fiction from Barnes-n-Noble. Each book covers 100 things you need to know about ... oceans, dogs, skeletons, weather, etc. Diid I stress that I told Lee that he could pick ANY of the books?

So. Later in the day I heard Lee calling Sam's baby "you sweet little mammal". Seeing my surprised expression, he compounded the situation by calling me his "sweet big mammal". At which point I had to tell him that women did NOT like being called "big" or "mammal". See, there's yet ANOTHER sentence I never thought I'd have to say.