He's On A Roll!

OK, I will start from the beginning.

He's been on a roll for the last few days here.

Wed night: We are getting ready to go to bed. DH is in the bed and I am in the bathroom. My bra is laying on the bed. William starts saying something that we can't quite understand. Once we understood it, I laughed until I cried. He was holding my bra saying "It's Mamma's boobies in!"

Thursday: I didn't have a babysitter on Thursday, so I took the day off to run some errands that I needed to get done in Baton Rouge. My Mom decided to take the day with us and we ate lunch with my sister. It was a very good day. While we were in JC Penney's looking for a belt for my Daddy, William was talking and asking lots of questions. We told him we were looking for a belt for Papaw. A little while later, he picks up another belt and exclaims, "It's Papaw's seat belt!"
When we went to have lunch with my sister, we had to park in the parking garage b/c she works downtown. I don't like parking garages much and neither does my sister. Apparently William is going to take after us, b/c he kept saying "It's dark in here Mamma!" Well, when we made it out of the garage after lunch, as we were pulling out, we hear from behind us, "whew, we made it outta there!" Poor little guy, I didn't realize it worried him so much.

The kicker of it all, not really funny, but the kicker all the same!

This morning I discover that the envelope on the floor from yesterday that I thought was his junk mail was the envelope for our Elmo tickets. The receipt was on the floor and so was the envelope, but the tickets are nowhere to be found!! Now mind you, it's $170 worth of tickets that also belong to my best friend's family. We're going together and bought our tickets together so we would all be sitting together. I kept asking him where the Elmo tickets were and then switched to asking him where the mail was b/c I thought he might understand that better. Nope, all he will tell me is "I don't think so Mamma!" I don't know if he just doesn't know what has happened to them or what. I have searched my house up one side and down the other and many places at least twice. I have even flipped over the couch and gone through the trash piece by piece (with gloves) . Our trash is picked up on Thursdays, so that was the only bag that we had.So, I called ticketmaster and fudged a little bit. I ordered them on the internet and had them sent to me in the mail. I called them today and told them that I haven't received them yet (they were sent out at the end of Jan.). The guy told me that unfortunately, they were probably lost and that I could pick up a new copy an hour before the show at Will-Call. Thank God that's taken care of. I'll probably go find the tickets now!
I forgot to add that while DH and I are frantically hunting for tickets, we hear the toilet flush. He is running back and forth and said "Sausage!" I then hear the lid shut and here he comes running back into the kitchen. It then dawns on me, he is flushing his sausage patty from lunch. DH sneaks in there and catches him and sure enough that's what he is doing. What am I going to do with this child!!!