"Hey! Mommy! I heard a sound in the kitchen!"
Brennan flew into the playroom and wrapped himself around my legs.
"Oh yeah, buddy?" I asked, as I continued my attempt to clear the floor in preparation for the monthly carpet vacuuming. "What kind of sound?"
"Um, it was a noise." He replied. "You better come 'vestigate with me. It might be a 'mergency."
I gave up my quest for a clear floor and decided that the vacuuming would have to wait til February. Maybe that's when I would get around to mopping the floors too. Maybe.
We wandered into the kitchen and he pointed to the pantry.
At first I wondered what the pantry had done to him that would make him refer to it as a whoooor. Then I remembered that he's been watching way too much Jake and the Neverland Pirates. Mom of the Year, HO!
"Well, bug," I reasoned, "maybe something fell off of the shelf and that's what you heard."
"No, Mommy." He said with the most serious face ever. "It was a voice."
"Um, who's voice did you hear coming from the pantry?" I asked hesitantly. I can't watch scary movies because I"m always convinced that there's someone hiding in my attic/closet/3 inch gap between the washer and dryer.
"It was that chocolate stuff." He said, pointing to the chocolate pudding cups. "It said that it wanted to get in my belly."
"Can you say that with a Scottish accent?"
"What's a 'cottish cent?"
"Nevermind." I replied. "Let's help the chocolate pudding get into your belly. Grab a spoon."