Ahem.

I don't mean to have a run on Seth stories--but lately, he's the one who's been giving me the most material.

This morning, Seth had a tiny notepad and a pencil. He asked me how to spell several words. When I asked him if I could see what he was writing, he grinned and said, "Mom! You can't read my diarrhea!"

He did relent after a few minutes and proudly showed me what he wrote:

"15-2008 (I explained it was the 17th, but he left it as is)

Zac fd (found) Blane plane (playing) with my cars."