What's that smell?

Today was one of those days where I stopped and asked myself several times, "Is that *my* kid?"
First of all, during his (ahem) daily constitutional, he sang Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love at the top of his lungs. Even though the bathroom door was shut, you could hear him all through the house. Seriously. I need to check his Ipod. Shouldn't he be singing something by the Chipmunks?
Then later, he took his shoes off and declared, "Whew! My feet smell like the play area at Chuck E. Cheese! It really does Mom! Come smell my feet!"
Uhmmm. No thanks Spencer. How about a bath?

Then we ended the evening with a large debate about how many people in the world know North Carolina exists. I am sure this is my fault because I just bought him a new globe and I was explaining the differences between continents and countries. Then he asked about states and I told him I didn't know about states in other countries or provinces, etc. I even (gasp!) admitted I don't even know most of the countries. If we haven't had a war there or it isn't a cruise destination then I probably can't find it on a map with ease. This bothered my son. Stupid globe revealed my idiot card!

Speaking of idiots and cards (hee hee I crack myself up sometimes)..... guess what I'm doing this weekend??? Here's a hint: