Before I get into the best story ever, here's a little mini conversation that occurred last night between Buster and I on our way back from the grocery store:
Me: Man I hope we hit the lottery tomorrow.
Buster: Me too. Then we could open the catering business for your mom and sister and we could go to the beach.
Me: Yeah, that would be perfect!
Buster: And we could have babies!
Me: It's sad that we have to hit the lottery to have a baby.
"Swept Away: Sentimental Version"