Stoned and fat and wealthy and sitting on the bowl.

We were listening to Mojo Nixon's "Elvis is Everywhere" in the car and the kids were asking about Elvis, so I was giving them the highlights.  Then I mentioned that he died on the toilet.  Ben about split a side, laughing.  He has giggled all evening about it.  Nothing has ever been this funny to him.  He's drilled me with questions--How did they know he was on the toilet?  did they find a body or just a skeleton?  Was he pooping?

And speaking of which...today's conversational gem with Lily:

Lily: After I finish pooping, can we go to my great grandmovver's house?
Me: That's sweet, but no.
Lily.  But I love my gweat gwandmovver.  And she gives me candy.