Little Ears

Over the weekend as Jory and I sat in the car, I commented, "It's hot."

Jory looked at me and said, "Mommy, it's not hot. It's hotter than a banshee."

I smiled brightly. I am so madly in love with this boy. He was right it was hotter than a banshee. I guess I must use the phrase "than a banshee" enough that Jory not only knows it, but knows how to use it also. Oh those little ears are not so little.