Ramsey and I went into a new thrift store in town yesterday and I told him there might be toys inside to entice him a little. Well, there was nothing in there but complete junk so we left with nothing. On the way home Ramsey had on a pouty face and I asked him what was wrong. He said "I need go to the the Doctor". I asked him why and he said "cause my feelings are hurt". I laughed and said why are your feeling hurt and he said "cause I need a toy". Seriously? He just cracks me up these days with the clever things he can come up with. What a mess he is.