I'd like a chopped liver sandwich please

There have been a lot of things I've done wrong as a mom, but one thing I'm particularly proud of is my diligence in recording the funny, cute, or especially dear things my kids have said.

I only wish I had started a notebook for Jim. He has on more than one occasion referred to my capris as "koom quats" -- which I can only assume is a derivation of culottes (remember those?) that took a tragic turn into the produce category.

He was telling me the other day about something he'd heard on the radio. It seems some lady was grieving not being able to have more children, even though she already had two or three. He thought that must be hurtful for her other children, to feel they were somehow not enough. He said if his mom had ever done that to him and his sisters, he would think, "what are we, sliced bread?!"