Kitty fur

We were in the ski shop today while I tried on some new ski boots, and I was joking with the salesman (Brian, a good friend of ours) about the slightly ridiculous trend this year of big poofy fake fur liners in the boots. One was white, the other was a shiny mid-tone gray.

Me: I don't know which I like better- the ones made from polar bears, or the ones made from kittens.
Brian: (laughing) The kitten ones are especially soft, although polar bears are well suited to cold weather.
Cooper: THOSE ARE MADE FROM KITTENS? (lip quiver)
Brian and Me: OH no no no we were just kidding! Just being silly. Not really made from kittens, buddy. Not kittens at all. Not even polar bears.

About 15 minutes later, while we were still trying on more boots, Cooper came back over and calmly asked, "Brian, how do the get the fur off the kittens into the boots?"

Remind me to NEVER make jokes about skinning cats, ever again.

Things that rhyme with snake

Cooper's classroom is doing a unit on rhyming this week, which was helpful to know when Cooper randomly said...

C: Mom, You know what?
Me: What?
C: I like to wake and bake.
Me: (stifling a giggle) Those do rhyme, that's cool.
C: And Snake!

When we got to Grant's daycare, I shared this tidbit with the daycare manager and she laughed and immediately told me a hilarious story about a conversation with her five year old on Halloween, when he was having trouble figuring out a clasp on an odd piece of costume jewelry.

Son: I need a hooker.
Mom: Excuse me?
Son: I need to get this hooker on me.
Mom: You know, uhhh, that's not called a hooker. It is more like... hmmm... that's more like a joint on that bracelet. And could you ask your Dad for help, I'm kinda busy.
Son: OK! Hey Dad! I need a joint!