This morning Joshua decided he wanted cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Since I was not going to do that, we compromised on pancakes. When getting his all fixed up our conversation went like so:
Josh: "What do you think Santa eats at breakfast?"
Mommy: "Huh. I don't know. What do you think?"
Josh: "Um... fried chicken and broccoli and broccoli and syrup in long pieces."
Really? What??? We don't even really eat fried chicken, let alone talk about it, so where did this come from? It's going to be a weird one today...