From the mouths. . .

This morning we finally had a chance to have a slow wake up. After all the holiday rushing it was nice to get back to. We cuddled and soon were joined by a little man who crawled up into bed with us as everything grew slowly lighter.

Then, out of the gentle quiet a small voice popped up. All parents expect these questions to come up from their young ones from time to time, as he turned over and asked;

"Mommy, do aliens fart?"

Ah, those cherished milestones.

Ok, maybe all not all parents. Maybe just us.