Weed.

What a lonely, naked, little blog I have.

My life has just been too hectic to write lately, and when I have thought of something funny to write about by the time I get a chance to do it I've completely forgotten what I was going to say. I keep telling myself that I will get the time, that I will start blogging regularly again (because I like to and it's good for me even if no one else reads it). It never seems to actually happen, though.

Tonight, however, I DO have something. Short but sweet, and, if I do say so myself, effing hilarious.

I was getting the girls breakfast and had poured three bowls of Cheerios. I went to the counter to get a banana to cut up and toss in and I hear Adrienne say, "It smells like WEED!"

I turned and said "What???"

"It smells like weed."

"WHAT smells like weed?"

"My Cheerios. They smell like weed. Like the weed that's in Grandma and Grandpa's garden!"

"Oh. You mean WHEAT." (My in laws have a small patch of rye/wheat in their garden and the kids like to play and hide in it.)

She giggles, "Oh yeah, wheat!"

Later on in the day she asked me "What's weed?" Needless to say she does not know what marijuana is, I just though the whole scenario was hilarious and wanted to know what else she would say. I did eventually explain that weeds are "bad" plants that grow in the garden and you pull them out so your vegetables grow properly.