My son...

Cracks me up...

he comes in the bathroom and says "mom, want me to sing you a funny song?" I say "sure baby". He starts singing in his sweet, soft southern accent..."I can read...I can write...

i can smoke my daddy's POT" and begins to laugh...

Me and brian's mouths hang open (and we force ourselves not to laugh...

"what did you say?" "I can read, I can write, I can smoke my daddys pot"....

"where did you hear a song like that?!?!?!?!?!"

"from granny and poppa"...

then it dawns on me... "smoke my daddys PIPE?"

"NO...pot"

"no...pipe" and we dont smoke pipes anymore...." (an obvious lie)

"that was a cute song, but lets come up with a new one, like I can read, and I can write, I can tie my shoes real tight"

he laughs...then spends and hour telling me new badly rhyming songs...

holy crap this kid is going to give me grey hair!!!! :P