It's that time!

Last night I had a wet-your-britches-laughing moment. (Not literally - sickos!)

Before I start the story - I guess I have been very structured with what the boys do recently (or something!). We have "breakfast time", "play time", "book time", "nap time", "milk time"... you get the idea. Well, James has picked up on this and whenever he wants to do something, it's automatically THAT time.

I was fixing dinner last night when James pulled a chair over to the counter to "elp Mom". 

He climbed up on the chair, yelled: "BROCKWEY TIME!!!", threw his mouth open as wide as it would go, and reached over for a handful of (still frozen) broccoli!

{He was kind enough to recreate the scene for me}

Still frozen there, too. Weird kid!