I think my son is Forrest Gump's child. We had THIS conversation at bedtime last night. (After my spending and HOUR trying to get him to sleep.)
Shecky: Momma? I forgot to tell you something.
Me: Sheck, GO TO SLEEP.
Shecky: (In a small voice) Nevermind, I'll tell you tomorrow.
Me: (Feeling like crap for yelling at him) Sigh... What hon?
Shecky: My basketball has a Sister and...
Me: GO TO SLEEP!
Jebus... where does he come UP with this stuff?