In the bathroom this morning:
James: I hope my pee comes out like honey.
Me: What are you talking about?
James: Well, I ate Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast this morning.
(Well, honey pee would be better than the nut alternative.)
At the restaurant this afternoon:
Server: What will you have to drink?
Me: Water, and can you bring him (James) a water with a lid on it? You never know with these little kids. Better safe than sorry.
10 mins later, before our food had even arrived, I knocked MY WATER glass over. It covered the whole table, ran off onto James' lap and puddled all over the floor. Hello, Karma! Teeny, tiny one room restaurant. Thankfully there were no obvious mockers. The employees didn't even mop it up while we were still there. They just kinda stepped around it carefully in their comings and goings. Weird.