He gave me a hug and I said "I love you. Bunches, and bunches and bunches!" (something I say often). He replied "I love you. Clusters, and clusters and clusters".
"Mommy, Rachel gave me her deodorant. And I put it on. See, smell my armpits. [*reveals armpits*] They smell nice now. Before they smelled like skunk spray." (yes, THIS from my adorable, precious 7 year old daughter.)
Foster Baby had been playing with a stack of toy Letters. He ran across the kitchen and a letter fell out of his shorts. Lucky for me, it was the letter "P". Rachel: "P just fell out of 7's diaper." [*abrupt silence*] Then she, along with the rest of the crew, realized what she had just said. Thus ensued tons of snickers from the others and jokes such as "Please keep your P in your diaper next time!" and "Look there's P in the floor!"
"Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing."