Major can already recognize the scent of a woman.

His comment yesterday morning with regards to my Sensual Amber body splash:

"Mama! You smell like WOMEN!!"

It wasn't until I recounted this to his father a few minutes later that I realized he (Major) has a lisp.

Translation: Mama! You smell like LEMON.

*sigh* It was probably just the lemon-scented Pledge.

Easter was a day for funny things.

Major clobbered himself in the forehead twice with hard-boiled eggs because he thought they were cascarones (confetti eggs, dear Yankees).

Not once, but twice. And he crumbled them up in his fingers, hoping to free the confetti.

And yes, he was mighty pissed when he realized there was no confetti.