Kids say the Darndest things!

So we're meeting my college roomate and her husband for dinner last night. Cale and I had to time it just right so we didn't bring the restaurant down with screams and craziness....

5pm I get both kids in the car. Neither have napped to speak of and Josiah is furious that I can't magically make Word World appear on the television screen. He doesn't understand the concept of TV and MOVIE.
5:10 they're both completely out!!! YAY!!! So we (I) ran a few errands (get gas, return library books, get coffee, drive thru carwash aka money eater and rain bath) and ended up at Salt Grass (dinner destination) at 6. The meeting time was 7:15 so I drove around the parking lot to Target and parked in the corner of the back 40.
I planned for this and in doing so I packed a book and 2 magazines in Cate's diaper bag. :) HURRAY! Downtime!!! About a third of the way through Real Simple's September Issue, I caught something gross out of the corner of my eye.........

Painting a picture:
It's the end of time and I have the only vehicle on the earth: a Honda Civic (does everyone know how small a Civic is? Do we all agree that it'd be close to obsolete in an arrial view???).
So I, the sole remaining human, drive my Civic to a lonely parking lot. A Target parking lot, let's say. The Civic is ALONE in the middle of a parking lot.

So you see how tiny this car would be from above and how random it would be for a bird to crap on the DRIVER SIDE WINDOW of my car????


So this is what I figure: the bird, perched in the tree in my front lawn, saw how excited I was to get some nice, peaceful time (this bird reads minds) and followed me around town. It had a bite to eat at one of my stops and rested once we got to Target. This bird is the devil and soiled my freshly rinsed car! (drama added to emphasize irony. Is it really that bad? no.) :)
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Stick with me, I'm so sorry I babble.

Told you that story to tell you this story:
Josiah woke up and noticed my window (and more than likely heard me cursing the stupid bird that obviously aimed for my car) and said "mom, a bird went poo on your car?".......rest of the conversation went like this:

Me: "Sure did, Buddy. I guess he really had to go."
Si: "How we going to clean it off, Mom?"
Me: "I don't know, sweetie. A hose I guess?"
Si: "I know what we could do! We could get an ELEPHANT to clean it for us!"
Me: "We cou-?"
Si: "He could suck up the water into his nose and spway your window for you! It would be all clean!"
after an Oscar worthy attempt at not laughing at my precious boy, I asked where we should look for an elephant.
His reply. "Oh Mom, they're at the petting zoo."
I guess I should have known that?

So that's what we'll do today, I suppose. Go petition help from the petting-zoo-elephant.

Josiah's amazing.