Kids say the darndest things

Me:  picking a piece of lint off the laundry

K:  What is that, Mommy?

Me:  It's a fuzzy.

K:  Sometimes fuzzies are nice, sometimes they're naughty.

Me:  How do you know if a fuzzy is nice?

K:  He smiles.



Overheard after dinner last night:

Boy:  Clearing the table.  Slowly and seriously:  If it's called hot sauce. . . (long, thoughtful pause). . . why do we keep it in the fridge?