So Spencer has a daily chore: feed the dog. He's been doing a great job at keeping Jacque (our dog fed). Well the other day Spencer and I were in the laundry room (which is where we also keep the dog food) when I reminded him that it was time to feed the dog. So he does and then our conversation went something like this:
Me-"Spencer, did you feed Jacque?"
Spencer-"Yes. Don't worry Mom, I just ate a little bit of dog food."
Me-"WHAT? Spencer, we do NOT eat dog food."
Spencer-"It's ok, Mom. There was a little bit on my cheek so I just ate it."
Me-"No, Spencer, it's not ok. We are people. We don't eat dog food."
Spencer-"Mom....It's a possibility!"
So then on Saturday, Robert, Spencer, and Gerry (Rob's dad) all went to the store together where Robert told Gerry all about the dog food incident. When Robert got the part about possibilities Spencer replied...
"I'm little so I have lots of possibilities."
Where does he come up with this stuff?! What a silly little boy we have.