Creative Insults

Silas has a great imagination.  This morning when he woke up, his first words to me were, "I'm a baby bird and I've been sleeping in a nest made of rocks and you're my mommy bird and that's my brother bird."  This is pretty typical for Silas.  He loves make-believe and he's very creative.  His creativity found outlet in a new genre--insults--today at lunch.  First, he called Gideon "Jack-O-Lantern poop!" which got a pretty good reaction.  When Gideon and I started laughing, he immediately followed it up with, "You fried garbage noodle!"  (Sorry Jace.  I think Silas has beaten us both in the random category.)