A Burger

I just had the most fascinating conversation with Brayden.  Let me replay it for you . . .

(during a dreaded stinky diaper change)

Brayden~ Yesterday, I saw a burger.

Mommy~ (remembering he says burger instead of booger) A booger?

Brayden~ Yes.

Mommy~  Oh.  Well, where did you see it?

Brayden~ On my bed.

Mommy~  Ew, on your bed?

Brayden~ Yes.

Mommy~ Yuck, Brady.  How did it get there?

Brayden~  I don't know.  

Mommy~  Well, what should we do?

Brayden~  Um.  I don't know.

Mommy~  Should we put it somewhere else?

Brayden~  Yes, up there.  

Mommy~  Where?

Brayden~  On the seeing (ceiling).  (giggle giggle)

Mommy~  No silly, we shouldn't put it up there.

(done with diaper change)

Brayden~  I show you, Momma. (pulls my hand to follow him to his bed)

Mommy~  Okay.

Brayden~  Um.  Uh.  It here somewhere.  EWW, MOMMA!  Here!

Mommy~  Oh gross, Brady.  This doesn't go here.  (giggle giggle)

Brayden~  Oh okay, Momma.  (okay with life, he walks away)

Mommy cleans up the burger.