There are times my little mini me just says the damnedest things at the damnedest times. Today, since I was feeling a bit better, I decided to run to the store with my mom with the rugrat in toe. There was my critical mistake. So, after he had been EXTREMELY well behaved while I exchanged my cable box and in one store- helping push the cart, load the groceries at the checkout, etc, I thought things were golden as we headed to our last stop. We were in the car and he was talking a mile a minute about the latest Disney tween show. He barely finished a sentence about Hannah Montana when he blurts out, "Hey Oma, you know what? I think my mom has a hidden chamber in her room when I'm not there. She pushes this button, and the bed goes into the floor and a table with chains comes up. All the walls change and everything Oma! My mom has a torture chamber hidden in her room! She has a skeleton hung in the corner, and live man chained next to him, and she tortures them when we aren't around!!! She uses heat, and cold, and sharp pointy things!" My mom just gave me a sideways glance with a raised brow. I just kinda laughed and smiled and said, "Well, if all that is true, then you better start behaving." The rest of the ride was dead silent.

~sighs~

My child truly scares me sometimes.