Curious Little Fella

Tonight we took the kids to Godfathers for their dinner buffet. It's great - since I have picky children, that salad bar is the perfect thing. They get "salad" - (peaches, pears, cucumbers, baby corns, carrots, & raisins), and I get dessert pizza. Is there a more heavenly taste than Godfather's cinnamon dessert pizza? I seriously don't think so.

The kids and I finshed eating long before Jason did - I guess he really wanted to get his hard earned money's worth, as he made about 27 trips back to the buffet line. While we were waiting for him to eat....and eat.....and eat, Andrew was asking his usual 9 million questions to pass the time, such as:

"Why does that sign say Water/ H2O?"

- or -

"Do you want to throw me to the moon?"

- or -

"Should I touch those cactuses?"

And tonight, he asked the questions of all questions. He took his index finger and poked each one of my ever growing prego boobs and asked:

"I wonder how many gallons are in those things?"