Jesus eats crackers

The kids have been sharing all sorts of wisdom lately.

The other day we were looking at houses (we've been house-hunting) and we were walking through a rental that had several young men currently living there. The house was in pretty good shape considering their age.

One of the rooms in the basement was apparently the "music room" because it had a full drum kit and several electric guitars inside. Nancy looked in through the door, and I carried Corben into the room and turned on the light to get a better look. As I turned to leave, there was a large poster of a bikini-clad young woman hanging on the wall. Corben pointed and said "take... clothes off"

I picked up a bunch of torn out oak flooring (to be used as firewood) from the curb in front of a new construction home here in town. While I was unloading it at our house Emma was asking questions. She couldn't see why they would pull out a brand-new floor. I suggested that maybe the future owner wanted some other floor covering or a different kind of wood. She said "Yeah, maybe instead of oak they wanted some other kind of wood... like coconut"

Nancy was taking Corben with her this morning to pick Emma up from preschool, and heard him saying something under his breath to himself in the back seat. She listened closely as he repeated over and over in his signature halting, deliberate style "Jesus.... eats crackers."