Whack it on the head!

We had a very exciting dinner last night. I was feeling bad that I hadn't cooked a "real" dinner in a while. (We've had pizza and waffles a lot lately). So I worked hard all afternoon and made a lovely dish of funeral potatoes with peas and chunks of ham. I had it sitting on the counter while I was waiting for the oven to heat up.

Brecken had pulled a chair over and asked me how to make the sunblock go. I had some spray on sunblock on the counter about a foot away from our dinner. Just as he asks and I'm screaming noooo, he figures it out and dinner gets a nice coating of sunblock over the top.

I figured there is no way I'm going to throw it away after spending an hour making it. So I scraped off the top layer and threw it in the oven.

Later, while eating the above mentioned meal, I was telling Branson that the peas are from our garden. Caden said, "MMmm, ham is good. We should grow some ham in our garden." So we explained you can't grown ham in a garden. It's from a pig and when the pig dies (I didn't mention how or why) we make ham out if it. Suddenly, Brecken piped up from across the table, "Yeah, you whack it on the head!" Then he just kept repeating himself. We all cracked up from that slightly gory outburst. I don't where this kid gets it.