How can children be so gross?

This morning during breakfast (poppy seed muffins), D informed me that he knows what he wants to be for Halloween. (Ummm... how many months away is that?) He said, "I want to be the fart police." Those are truly his words, and we don't even use that word: "gas" is our preferred word of choice. Well, had I not been reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid with him the other day, I would have had no idea who the "gas police" even were. As it is, they arrest people who gas...even if it is a duck who makes the noise of gassing. Well, D topped off the whole plan with deciding to ask his friend to dress up as the "gas police" with him. I can just imagine what his friend will say, "Is it gross....then yes!" (Name that movie MG: "does it have sugar in it...then yes!)
Today I was holding something fragile, and M asked, "Mommy, can I look at it with my hands?" I loved how he thought to say that!! Later when he was eating some fruit snacks, he had one shaped like a bear, and he said, "Look, it's a cub scout bear." His brother is a Cub Scout, and M wants me to make him his own cub scout shirt...I think I will. I thought about making him the mascot of our pack, but maybe that would be disrespectful.
Today I am so grateful for wonderful family, friends and experiences that Heavenly Father has placed in my life. People who always remember special days and who are kind enough to take time from their day to bless my life. Thank you SW for the flowers and JC, SC and DC for the sweet cards. Heavenly Father surely blesses us with those around us.

Goodnight, K