Ma, what's freeze brain?
Brain freeze? That's when you eat ice cream too fast and your head feels frozen.
Like your whole brains gets really really cold and you get turkey pimples all over your skin?
Goose bumps?
Yes!

Child number two of two just signed up for the Dental Floss Bathroom Buffet. I had almost finished Miles's "Back in the Uterus Days" post when I was distracted by Charlie's lip-smacking sounds emanating from the potty. Same floss, different son.

I am startled at how long Miles's five-year-old body stretches in our bath tub.
"I remember when you were jack-knifed in my uterus," I said to Miles as I scrubbed his feet. "Thanks for choosing my uterus," I added. I have my son believing I have no idea how he got in there; I am just lucky that he decided to grow inside my body.
"No problems. I really liked being in your uterus," Miles said. "I was like the boss of your uterus."
I raised my eyebrows.
"I could watch TV anytime I wanted, and could stay up early or not go to bed, and I could drive the car with you."
I tried to memorize his words until I got to the computer.