This morning Gray sheepishly informed me that he knows that I go into his room and kiss him on the forehead when he's sleeping at night. I said, oh, I thought you were sleeping? And he said, I am, but I can feel your kiss.
Moments later he embarrassed the heck out of me at Target when he hugged the loaves on the Wonder Bread display and yelled SEAGULL BREAD! CAN WE GET SOME SEAGULL BREAD TO FEED THE BIRDS AND DUCKS AND GEESE?
In our house white bread isn't for people, it's [literally] for the birds. He doesn't know any different. Still, he could have been a bit more quiet about it. At least he didn't shout anything about MOMMY'S JUICE.