Flowers

Michael: <farts>  Can you smell it?
Me: No, can you?
Michael: Yes.
Me: What's it smell like?
Michael: It smells like flowers!

That's my boy!

Mommy, can you help me...

While building a fairly complicated Star Wars Lego set:
Michael
"Mommy, can you help me because I'm not really paying attention."

I'm a good Catholic

I might have to change the title of this blog...

While discussing religion with my mother she dropped this new bit on info on me:

"I'm a good Catholic, I live by the 12 Commandments."

Looking for a George

Michael was looking for a specific episode of Curious George. Here's what he gave me to work with:

The one with a gray castle, a picture of something and Uncle someone.

We didn't find it.

I Hear Something

Michael: I hear something. Me: What? Michael: It's either something in my nose or mommy. It's my nose.

Yeah, you are.

Me: What do you need me to do for you?
Michael: Nothing.
Me: <joking>I'm good at doing nothing for you. 
Michael: <smiles>Yeah, you are.

He wasn't joking.

Volcano

Michael:  Daddy, I pooped a volcano.