...where the buffalo roam...

This morning I went upstairs to get the boys out of bed. At some point during the night Little C left his room, and the roomy comfort of his queen-sized bed, and climbed into the top bunk with Big C. This was their first exchange this morning:

Big C: Ugh! Get out of my face. Dude, you smell like Bison balls!!!

To be fair, he did smell like Bison balls. I made meatballs with dinner last night and I used ground Bison. They were yummy, though pungent.