Nightmare

*I woke up this morning to Beckett plastered against the side of my body*

Me:  Beckett, why are you in my bed?
Beckett:  Because I had a nightmare.
Me:  What was it?
Beckett:  A scary nightmare.
Me:  No, I mean, what was scary about it?  Were there monsters?  Snakes?  The first day of kindergarten?
Beckett:  The part that made it scary was the nightmare part.

Um, what?

Beckett:  Spencer, if I let you call me 'White Cheddar Popcorn', can I call you 'Meat Nachos'?

I showed Spencer a picture of himself and said, "You are just so cute!"  He giggled and said, "I REALLY am!"

As we were walking in a parking lot, Beckett said, "Mommy, sometimes when I am at daycare, I step on a crack. But when I come home, your back isn't broken...."

A bomb?

As we were driving down the street following a bicycle with a blinking red tail light, Beckett says, "Mom, I think there is a bomb on that bike because I can see it's blinking red light."

Jacker

Beckett:  Daddy, Spencer says that "jacker" isn't a real word!
Me:  It's not.
Todd:  Well, carjacker is a word...
Beckett:  No, not like that!  Like the song!
Me:  Like what song?!
Beckett:  ♪ I got the moves like Jacker ♫

Spaghetti Bar

Beckett was crying this afternoon.  I asked him what was wrong.  He said that he was sad that Spencer got to have "spaghetti bar" at school and he didn't.  (Spencer was going through his lunch menu to figure out which days he'd take cold lunch.)  He then asked if the spaghetti bar was kind of like a Special K bar.