Out of Michael's mouth lately:
Does the sun eat food?
Do they have butts? (Pointing to pictures of kittens in a storybook, one was on its back and fur was strategically covering everything.)
I see a ho truck!
("Ho truck," is how Michael says "tow truck," cracks me up every time.)
My birthday was good. Coffee in the morning, subbing in the afternoon, PTO meeting after dinner, and out for margaritas after the PTO meeting - a pleasant and much enjoyed surprise. Now as my birthday present to myself I'm going to bed before midnight.