Floods

Zane and Hunter are having another "damp out" in the camper tonight.  Zane asked Hunter to go in his room and pick out a pair of "pajama-jams" and get ready for bed.  Hunter was SO proud of the "pajama-jams" he picked out (2 sizes too small) and that he got himself dressed.  I praised him, it went something like this: "good job, Buddy!  Mommy is proud of you for picking out matching "pajama-jams" and getting yourself dressed!  You sure are growing into such BIG boy!"  A little while later, he came over to give me a hug and kiss, sweet, I know.  I proceeded to ask him when the next flood was coming, because his pants are serious floods...they could be capris for a girl they are so short.  He thinks about it for a minute, looks at me, and says "Ummmm...in one bath day night, Momma!  The blood will come in one bath day night."  He has no idea what a flood is, but I thought is was funny and interesting that he tied it to his bath days.  Silly boy!