avant garde

This morning I was standing at the sink rinsing my pump parts before heading out with the kids. Nico was at the kitchen window messing around and suddenly turned to me. "Look, Mommy! I made a picture on the window! I used my tongue. Isn't it beautiful?"

And sure enough, there was a smeary smudge of spit on the glass. I asked him, didn't the window taste funny? He looked at it, then licked it and cheerfully said, "I don't think so!"

Kids are so adorably weird.