Smells Magical!

While passing a large truck on the side of the street, my conversation with a five-year-old goes a little something like this:

Him: Ms. Renee, what's that smell?

Me: It's just exhaust from that truck.

Him: Oh. Sometimes that smell is at Disney.

Maybe he was talking about the car show at Hollywood Studios? Let's hope.

Gluing is Such Hard Work

While working on gluing construction paper onto a box to create a spaceship with a five-year-old, he flips the bottle of Elmer's glue over in his hand and says, "Ms Renee, I don't want to glue anymore. It's retirement."

Good thing you live in Florida, my friend.