In the car...

I am working on a new post about the Rules here, but in the meantime,


We were driving in the car to Everett's preschool, when Lawrence told me, "Mommy, there's something coming out of my diaper." 

!!!

"OK," I thought to myself.  "Here comes a big mess I will have to clean up!  Please, dear God, don't let it get all over the car." 

"What's that, Lawrence?" I ask, with more calm than I am feeling.



(whispered, very slowly) "FLOWERS." 

???

"Flowers?"


(whispered again, very slowly) "FLOWERS." 



Ha!  Phew!  No problem!  I can deal with imaginary flowers just fine!   Thanks, Lawrence, for keeping us all abreast of your imaginary diaper events.   (If only all of your diapers were like that.)