For the last week my son has been wandering around the house sounding like Paris Hilton. 

Since Mommy scared him by screaming “hot” when he approached the stove last week he’s labled everything hot.  Now anytime a noise is loud, or the sun is bright, or something is cold he says “dats hot”.  Next to “no” “dats hot” is the most popular phrase in the house.

As if his new Paris lingo isn’t disturbing enough I recieve this picture today…no pants…obviously hopped up on chocolate milk.  What’s a mother to do?

Tomorrow:  Photastic coverage of our company BBQ tonight…which was rained out but turned out to be a wild success.