Michaelisms

Michael woke up with terrible tummy pain and diarrhea last night. I stood with him several times as he sat upon the commode doing his business. The last episode, while waiting to make sure he was "all done" he suddenly sat up and said philosophically, "Mommy, you never know what will happen in the middle of the night. I might wet my bed, or wake up with the flu, or wake up with tummy pain or wake up with arm pain, or wake up with a fever, or...yup you never know just what will happen in the middle of the night."

Michael on who should come to his birthday party this year: "Mommy, I want to invite the Destinies."
Me: Who are the Destinies?
Michael: You know them, mommy. I want to invite the family of Destiny (his favorite babysitter).