Last night, Hunter wasn't feeling well. When we got to the using the potty portion of our bedtime ritual, he decided he was too tired to get up and he wanted to sleep on the potty. I brought him his little pillow and blanket. Then he decided he wanted to tell a story:

"Once upon a time, a loooong time ago, there were..." he looked around the bathroom, "two toofb'ushes. 'Hello, Mr. Green Toofb'ush!' 'Hello, Mrs. Red Toofb'ush!' The end."

(Yes, he did eventually make it to his own bed.)

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I have no idea where he got this from:

"Sweetie, is that good melon?" (referring to his canteloupe.)

"Tha's not melon!" Sly, impish grin. "Tha's a'vertising!"