Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Conversations with Weston: Tastes like chicken!
Weston: Shane nurses because he's still a baby. I'm a big boy and I don't nurse anymore.
Me: That's true.
Weston: I remember what nursies taste like, though.
Me (very curious): Really? What do they taste like?
Weston: Like chicken! The pink kind (the sliced lunch meat).
Weston: I'm a volcano!
Me: Really? What do you do?
Weston: I pee lava and poop smoke!