Colin & I have a little Sunday morning tradition where he laughs hysterically while reading the comics, and I cut coupons out of the Sunday paper. We were sitting together doing that yesterday when he started asking what the coupons were all about. I get STOKED about a bargain, so was more than happy to entertain any and all questions. He got to the one for some new fantastic Olay face cream ($5 off--woohoo!!)...

Colin: "What do you need that for?"

Mommy: "Because I am VERY old, and putting this cream on my face will make me look NOT as very old."

Colin: "Because you want to look like Cindy Crawford??"

Mommy: Laughing out loud--- "ummm, yeah, I guess...but don't you think that I'm already prettier than Cindy Crawford?"

LOOOOOONG PAUSE...

Colin: "ummmmm...I'm not sure."

So--until further notice (like when he tells me I'm prettier than Cindy Crawford!), Colin will not be allowed to watch that stupid infomercial for her stupid face cream which is sold solely on the merits of her stupidly beautiful face.

Geesh.