Okay, if you have not heard the story of Eli and the Honkin' Quesadilla, here it is.
Last week one night he decided to lay sideways in the bed and roll from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed. Rolling himself up in his blanket, and rolling off the bed and under at the foot of the bed. Rory comes running in saying that Eli is hurt. After fumbling for the light and pulling the blanket from the end of the bed, Rob and I were able to unroll him. I was trying not to laugh, Rob was shaking his head. I said that he looked like a burrito, and that is when he said "No, I was a honkin' quesadilla." I thnk I need to fix my kids something else for lunch.
We gave him hugs and kisses, covered him up, and went back to the living room.