All the Cars Have Clean Diapers

So today Eli was a total turkey. Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow and we all know what happens to turkeys a day or two before Thanksgiving... He was throwing cars at Jonah's head, tried at one point to throw the bouncy chair at Jonah's head while I was nursing and repeatedly hit Jonah while I had my back turned. So I'm playing interference all day, he took an hour long nap when usually it is 2 hours, and he dumped the clean laundry out of the basket all over the floor. I was about ready to kill him when he came up to me while I was feeding Jonah again with a car in hand. He seems to know that I am a bit incapacitated (for discipline) when I've got a boob hanging out. So I got ready as I saw the car and instead of throwing it, he lifts up the hood, cause it is fancy and has a hood, and says, "Mama, car, diaper, change." I looked at him and asked, "Do you have a stinky diaper?" He looked at me and then the car and lifted up the hood again and said, "Mama, car, diaper, change." I giggled and asked if the car needed it's diaper changed and he smiled and said, "YA!" Then he brought a firetruck with a hood that opens and another vehicle with an opening hood and lined them all up for a "diaper change". Apparently you change a car's diaper under the hood. I think those little things that come out of their mouths at just the right time are God's built in life insurance policy so tired mothers don't go insane. And yes, all the cars now have clean diapers.