Sifting through the mail I was making fun of the credit card people always sending those checks in the mail. I said out loud, "it's easy! Just write a check" while I ripped them up.
Lincoln's response: "Ride a chick? They're too small."
Moments later he finds the book I've wrapped up for our book club exchange tonight. "Mom? Can I go to the book ex-strange?" He ran off to pick out a book to wrap before I could even get a chuckle out.
