Lincoln's said some pretty hilarious things lately.
Kids crack me up, plain and simple. Here's a few:
(Driving home from preschool)
"My Uncle's name is Jesus. Um...no, his name is PJ." (PJ??)
"Oh, really?" I said.
"Yeah, he lives in Hannah Montana. (Pause). That's where Grandma and Grandpa are on a mission." (They're serving in Billings, MT).
(Giving Lincoln a goodnight kiss, after his hair cut)
"So, Lincoln, do you love the way your hair feels when you rub it?"
"Yeah, it feels like butter."
(Talking to Annie (a.k.a. Annie Grace, Grace, Gracie) in the kitchen at bedtime. He was trying to sneak a drink from a pop we got at a restaurant earlier. He was unaware that I could hear him, AND he was on a "why is alcohol bad for us?" kick. We don't drink alcohol.)
"Grace, Grace, come here. Give that back. Don't drink any. It's ALCOHOL!"
(This was all spoken in a very aggressive whisper. So funny.)