Uh-oh.

Last week, Carson and Layla were really really into putting on puppet shows and plays for Paul & me. Mostly, they were about the first Thanksgiving and were all pretty much the same. But one time, Carson tried to adlib and was being a pilgrim man and was walking along and met a girl with "big bellies" and "of course I wanted to marry her."

Which, fine, whatever...until one realizes that "bellies" is my kids' word for the parts of the female anatomy that supply milk to babies.

I should've ignored it and shown no reaction, but I couldn't help myself. I could NOT stop laughing. I laughed until I cried -- honestly, tears. Streaming. Paul wasn't much better off.

THAT's his future bride criteria? We're toast.