His Own Special Language...

This morning:

Me:  "Hmm?"

JJM:  "Oh, nothing, I just burped; not conversation."

Me:  "Not in English anyway."

JJM:  "Nope, I was speaking Belchian"

Me:  wondering, how the fk does he come up w/this sh!t?

After a morning of random silliness...

JJM:  "Your brain is my cat toy"

Me:  facepalm/groan

Right After Waking Up This Morning...

...he's in the bathroom when I hear:

JJM: "I'm officially tired"

me: "Yeah?"

JJM: "One does not put toothpaste under one's armpits"

[facepalm]