I'm Really Funny. Really, Really Funny

Yesterday we were driving through town, when we saw a girl walking a little dog. The dog looked remarkably like the dog in Beverly Hill Chihuahua. Cj was so excited, he called out to her, "I like your dog! I like your Beverly Hills dog!" Only problem was, seeing as how it's absolutely freezing out, the windows were all rolled up and she didn't hear a thing he said. Which might have been a good thing really since the next thing he told the girl was, "I am really funny. Really, really funny."

Today Cj was randomly counting and adding. He was counting crackers, "1-2-3-4-..." Then when he picked up 2 more he said, "Well, there's 5 & 6". Diana was pretty impressed, "Did you hear him? He's a pretty smart kid!" Cj looked at Diana like she was just so naive.."Oh, Come on, Diana, I've only already been counting for like, what, 100 years."

Crazy person that I am, I had all Cj's toys organized by type; trains with trains, cars with cars, dinosaurs with dinosaurs. Well, I guess Cj got tired of living in that crazy unorganized world. So he decided to reorganize the toys, as toys were meant to be organized. Not by type, but by color. All the red toys are in red buckets. All green toys are in green buckets. All blue toys in blue buckets. Finally a world where when you want to play with red toys, all you have to do go to the red bucket.

Oh, life with my unusual boys! It's actually a lot fun and quite entertaining. Don't tell Cj but he is really funny. Really, really funny.