Stop and Smell the Pretzels

Just a quick entry to share these two gems:

We were in the car, driving to a Sesame Street Live show. Yeah, it was pretty weird, and I think the show would have benefited from a pot or shroom vendor. Anyway, here is a conversation while pulling into the parking garage:

Morgan: "It smells like foot in here. Liam, did you take off your shoes?"

Liam: "No, it's probably because I forgot to wipe good this morning."

Eww. But my personal favorite in recent memory comes from yesterday's trip to the park. Liam and I were walking up the beach toward the lake when I saw a man with a metal detector searching for buried treasure.

Me: "I see a man with a metal detector over there."

Liam: "I see a pretzel."

Sure enough, a few feet away I saw a little pretzel in the sand.

Me: "I bet he is searching for pirate treasure."

Liam: "I wonder how that pretzel got there."

We never found out how the pretzel got there or what the man was searching for, but we had a great time at the beach.