"Daddy, where's momma?

"She's in the kitchen, why?

"Nothin."

"Daddy?

"Yes."

"Is mommy cooking?"

"I don't know. Why?

"Nothin."

"Asher?

"Yes Daddy?"

"Have you done something wrong?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Yes, meaning you have done something wrong or yes, you have not done something wrong?"

"I was just thinking daddy."

"Answer the question, squirt."

"I don't think I did anything wrong."

"Well, why do you keep asking about mommy?"

"I was thinking daddy."

"Well, what were you thinking about Asher?"

"Does mommy cook a lot of things daddy?"

"Well, let's just say it's edible."

"It's what?"

"We can still eat it without upsetting your mother."

"Oh."

"So, why do you ask?"

"Popsicles."

"Popsicles?"

"Yeah, does mommy cook popsicles?"

"You don't cook popsicles son, you make them in the freezer."

"Uh, uh."

"Uh, huh."

"That can't be right daddy. Mommy made a popsicle in the bathroom."

"In the bathroom?"

"Yep, in the bathroom."

"Son, you must be mistaken. I bet it was the kitchen."

"No daddy. Mommy made popsicles in the bathroom."

"Ok, why would mommy make popsicles in the bathroom?"

"I think she messed up and tried to hide it."

"Tried to hide it?"

"Yep."

"Asher, mommy was probably cleaning something up in the bathroom."

"No daddy. She was makin a Popsicle and it didn't turn out good."

"How do you know?"

"She kept looking at it."

"Looking at it?"

"Yep, she kept turning it around and shaking it and it didn't turn into a Popsicle."

"Where you disturbing mommy?"

"No daddy. Mommy don't know I was there watching. I think she was sad."

"Sad?"

"Yep. She kept shaking the Popsicle stick and looking at it and then she started laughing and crying at the same time."

"Maybe I better go see mommy."

"No daddy. She said she can't wait to tell you. I think she messed it up."

"You mean the popsicle?"

"Yep, she said something about the oven."

"The oven?"

"Yep, that's why I want to know if you put popsicles in the oven?"

"No son, you don't put pop………………..

"What color was this popsicle?"

"It was blue. I like red. Red is my favorite."

"Blue popsicles?

"Asher, what exactly did mommy say about the oven?"

"Let's see, oh, oh, she said there's something in the oven and it turned blue. I think she was scared that it turned blue daddy."

"Turned blue? Turned blue? OH MY GOD IT TURNED BLUE."

"Daddy, daddy, where ya goin?"

"It turned blue, it turned blue, woo hoo."

"So mommy didn't mess up the popsicle?"

"No son, mommy did good; she did real good."

"I'm going to make more popsicles in the bathroom."