Harrisenism...

After Mass today, I went to the church nursery to pick up the children.   They were finishing up M&M cookies.  At 12 noon.  I can't STAND when they feed my kids chocolate, in the church clothes, right at lunch time. But that's a whole 'nother post.

As I was brushing away the offending crumbs, I noticed Harrisen had crumbs on his eyes, in his eyebrows, and all the way up on his forehead.

K: "Harrisen, how on earth did you get cookie crumbs on your eyes?"

H: "I was eating a cookie."

K:  "With your eyes?"

H: *pause* "Well, maybe the crumbs came to life and walked up my face."

Guess I deserved it, what with my smartass comment and all.