Everynight when I put S to bed we always chat about his day or other things. Last night was no different. Lately he's been asking how many days I have to work before I'm off. Since last night was Sunday I told him 5 days. He then proceeds to tell me that "you need to goto work so you don't get in trouble and don't catch on fire".
Catch on fire? Ah....took me a second.....Get Fired.
OMG - I'm impressed I didn't just dye laughing right then and there. However, I'm still chuckling about it today.
Gotta love the boy!