We're driving in the car and I start singing to Jackson (to the tune of "Danny Boy"):
Me: Jackson, I'm going to sing your song. Oh Jackson boy, my Jackson Jackson bo-y. My Jackson boy -
Jackson: No mommy. I like to move it move it!
The kids are playing in the playroom upstairs and I hear someone rip a good one.
Me: Who cut the cheese?!
Ammon: What cheese?
Ryan: String cheese!