Um, Ok...

From time to time, Cole gets a cramp in his foot. They're not a big deal, but he always yells and/or cries when they happen, and it's a bummer.

So this morning, he's drinking his milk (yes, he still has to have a glass of milk the second he wakes up) and suddenly announces, "Mama, I have a craaaaaaaammp." (The whine always surfaces in the early morning or late at night.)

I was distracted by something, packing lunches or whatever, so I tried to get by with a sympathetic murmur, but he had more to say.

"Mama, a cramp is a squirrel in my foot eating raisins."

Oh.