Yesterday Will said, "When I get big I'm going to be a race car driver and a truck driver. I'm going to drive a FAST car."

Now you know. Is a race car driver who drives a slow car really a race car driver?

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We drove up to Northern Indiana this weekend (I'll share more about that tomorrow).  Going up we stopped to streach and get a small snack. Will was excited because he got to get a small chocolate shake (that Mommy ended up drinking half of when he was full–to bad they don't make 'extra small' ones).  He wanted to order it himself, so I let him. He told the cashier he wanted a "Chocolate small shake" (the cashier heard that as a chocolate milk shake–I had to make sure he got a small one). 

I'm not sure if that was what prompted Will's next comment as we waited for our drinks. He saw an African American gentleman next to us and said "Mommy, look, there's a chocolate man!"  I was really hoping no one heard or understood him when another black man came in line behind us and Will said "There's ANOTHER chocolate man!" (And, sadly, Will is not quiet.)