After I picked myself up from falling off the couch I asked where in the world he heard that. He said "It was on the T.V.!"
I look up to see a Summer's Eve commercial just ending.
Then yesterday in the car we drove by a house that had several police cars in front. Carter surmised that "there must have been a 'furglar' there."
I couldn't keep from laughing and told him, "You mean a burglar. With a 'B'." I made the 'B' sound, "Buh-Buh Burglar."
"Yeah- it starts with a 'B'. Furglar."
Last night I reminded the boys that we'll be visiting a new church this Sunday and Carter wasn't too happy about it. I said "It might be fun!" To which he asked, "Really? Fun? Like when we move the furniture around in the basement?"
Uh, yeah, something like that.