Yesterday, I took Dylan to a party for a friend of mine. We had a good time, and Jim got some time alone to work on fixing the drawers in our bathroom. He is completely rebuilding the drawers from scratch, and it is involved, so when we got home he wanted to show me the progress he made. We were standing in the bathroom with Dylan, who was drinking from his sippy cup, while listening to our conversation.
After discussing the drawer progress, I mentioned that I would like to replace the faucet. Jim said, "You don't like it?", and I replied, "No, I think it is cheesy". The minute I said the word CHEESY, my crazy cheese loving kid released the sippy cup, dropping it on the floor, to frantically and excitedly make the sign for "Cheese". "Did someone say something about cheese?! I'm in! Let's go get some!" He kills me!