My five year-old leads a charmed yet hilarious life. This afternoon he announced that he and his friend Pudge had tried out the port-a-potty currently nestled on the island in the middle of our cul-de-sac. They both raved about how good it smelled ("like peppermint mama!") as I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that he had been in there to begin with.

About thirty minutes later he storms through the front door, enthusiastically announcing that he and pudge were "storing up berries for the winter," as he pilfered through my baking drawer for a bowl.

There you have it folks- potties and berries. TGIF