Zach:

“Throwing up is the worst thing that can happen when you’re sick besides dying.”

Things my 13 year old said to me this morning while I took him step-by-step through the process of preparing dinner:

13: Do I have to touch the raw chicken with my hands?

Me: No, it will leap into the pot all by itself. You’re just there to watch.

13: Do I put the chicken IN the crockpot?

Me: No, place it AROUND the pot. It cooks better that way.

This may have made my day.

These were just reported to me from my husband:

Scene: Van on the way to Vermont. Kids arguing.

TYLER: “Dad, I know you’re trying to drown out our voices, but can you please turn the radio down?”

Scene: Top of Mt. Mansfield.

NANA: “Ahhhhhhhhh. Mountains. The greatest thing in the world.”

TYLER: “I thought marriage was the greatest thing in the world.”

Scene: Hiking down Mt. Elmore

ZACH: “Dad, it’s a good thing we’re hiking because that boys’ bathroom smells Baaaaaaad.”

*I must add that neither Jeff nor I really understands what this was suppose to mean. It was very random.