On the way to the store this morning Jessie and I have the following conversation:
"Hey Mom, you know those rectangle popcycle things in plastic that are in the freezer? What are those called?"
"Ya. Well, the other day I kinda take-ted one without permission, and you didn't know it. And I used a knife to open it. And, I didn't kill myself! Isn't that so awesome?"
"Mom, I said, isn't that so awesome I didn't kill myself with a knife?"
I am going to have to lock stuff up. Up high.