Laugh of the day!

Generally, whenever we get into the car to go somewhere the kids ask where we are going, nine out of ten times we respond with "Crazy".

we usually end up either at the grocery store, or coffee.

This morning Stuperman (3.5) was sitting on the living room couch singing a song about a birdy who poops on heads. Over and over and over.

I said "Stuperman, You're crazy!"

To which he replied, in all seriousness "Mom, Crazy is a store"

ROFLMAO