Kids say the darnedest things
I went to my grandmother's Saturday for my cousin's first birthday party. Her older sister, who's three, had gone to an Easter egg hunt in the morning. When she came back and saw a picture from the Easter egg hunt the year before, she said, "Daddy, that's the real Easter bunny. This year it was just a man in a bunny suit."

Too much sharing
Some times people tell you way more than you want to know. One of my co-workers just got back from paternity leave and over lunch he told us about his wife's labor and what the after birth looked like and the baby's first poop (apparently there's a medical name for it). A woman from another department walked by, overheard the conversation and proceeded to tell us every last detail about the birth of both her children. Now I know that you bleed for six weeks straight after you give birth, and that you need to buy stool softeners, and that you can have small contractions while breatfeeding because the uterus is shrinking. I should not know this much about people who are only acquaintances (I've never met the wife).