No Pork

Eli: Mom, we can't eat pork.
Me: Why?
Eli: Because Leilani (a girl in his class) said that they eat their own boo-boo.
Me: What's boo-boo?
Eli: Diahrreah and poop. Leilani said that it's bad when you eat pig because it makes you sweat.
Me: Interesting. Do you want some ham?
Eli: Yeah.
Me: Did you know that ham is pork?
Eli: No. I'm not listening to Leilani. I'll just eat it anyway.

Yay Summer

I know, I know. I'm posting way more than usual, maybe too much. While I am welcoming warmer temperatures and the return of sunshine to Chicago, the warmth also has it's drawbacks. Humidity. Besides the constant sheen of perspiration that will be my constant companion, there is an equally nasty side effect to humidity. Flatulence. Because of the humidity every time one passes gas it's as if you did so in the bath tub. You get my drift?

And One to Grow On...

Eli celebrated his sixth birthday with our family and some of his neighborhood friends. A good time was had by all!