More Adamisms

Scott and I were holding hands the other day and Adam came up, grabbed our hands, pulled them apart and said, "Stop holding hands, this isn't a parking lot."

I lit a cheap scented candle in the kitchen the other day. Adam came in, sniffed the air and said, "It smells like fruit snacks in here." Just what I was going for.

Adam was in the other room while I was trying to feed Jane. She knocked the spoon (full of food) clean out of my hands. I must have said something that indicated to Adam what had happened because, from the other room, Adam yelled, "She's a menace!" I guess I need to stop using that word to describe my children...