In case you haven't seen this, 400,000 Simplicity drop-side cribs are being recalled because they are a suffocation hazard.

Here's the Consumer Product Safety Commmission's official release on it.

Here's a joke to make you smile -- or, perhaps, baffle you. It's Sam's latest:

Q: What do you call a chicken that's not a chicken?
A: A monster truck!

Sam had a kajillion and four questions yesterday during Great-Grammy's viewing, funeral and burial service. (In case you missed it, my grandmother -- my mom's mom -- died last week. Here's the post about that.)

Here's a sampling of what she asked:

I found out Wednesday morning that my Grammy died. She was my mom's mom, and she was 96.

Sam and Noah and I went to visit her during the winter, but she didn't recognize any of us. She enjoyed watching Noah toddle around, but later she asked my mom, "That was a cute baby. Is he some relation to you?"

Sam asked a lot of questions during and after that visit. How old is Great-Grammy? How did she get that old? What did she look like before she looked like this? Will she die soon? When will she die? What will happen to her when she dies?

Last night when I got home, I walked in on bath time.

Sam was in the tub, artfully debating with my husband over whether he should wash her or whether she should be allowed to wash herself. Noah was already scrubbed up and shiny clean, bounding around the upstairs on chubby legs and dressed in a white onesie and white pants.

When I got there, Daddy interrupted Sam in mid-argument and said, "Hey! Or Mommy could wash you!" And he tossed the washcloth onto her forehead and escaped to freedom in the living room.

Sam snagged the washcloth, startged to wash what I usually refer to as her "girl parts" and yelled, "Don't worry, Dad! I'm washing my penis and my butt now!"

"Sam, you don't --" I started to say.

"SAM, YOU DO NOT HAVE A PENIS!" Daddy yelled from the stairs.

"Well, then, what do I got?" she asked me.

"You have a vagina," I said. "Boys have penises."

"A va - gina?" she said. "Do you got one of them, too?"

"Yup," I said. "All girls and women have them."

And then we moved on to the argument over washing her hair. End of discussion.

I spent the weekend dealing with puke and poop.

I am not a fan of either of those things. I am particularly not a fan of puke coming out of me, which is what I spent Memorial Day doing.

Sam started the festivities Saturday morning by sullying a blanket I had covering me on the couch. Seems the vomit snuck up on her despite her belly-aching about her belly aching.

I did my time hanging over the sink all day Monday. Monday night, my husband started frequenting our bathroom establishments.

And then, about an hour ago, our sitter called: Noah has joined the spewing ranks.

Boy, I just can't wait to go home and find out what our house smells like ...

Sam spied my college diploma on a dresser in my bedroom the other day.

"Susquehanna University!" she cried.

(Since I took her to my college in the fall, she's learned to read "Susquehanna University" wherever she sees it. And she loved it there, so she often talks about it and asks me questions. I take this as a sign she will be a legacy and go there when she's 18, but I'm trying not to be pushy ...)

"What's that paper say?" she asked me.

Remember when I was worried about my really little man?

Well, that little man is a super hero.

Why? you ask.

Because he grew 1.25 inches in six weeks! That means no need for growth hormone, thank goodness.

And he's a super hero because of this:

Have you ever been to the Bass Pro Shops at the Harrisburg Mall or a Cabela's? In case you're not familiar with them, these are huge stores that sell outdoorsy stuff: Boats, hunting gear, fishing gear, etc.

Sam calls the Bass Pro Shops in Harrisburg "The Fish Store" because it also has a giant tank with gargantuan fish in it. Personally, I think they're kinda creepy, but Sam loves to go right up to the glass and make faces at them.

On a recent weekend, my brother-in-law Nick (who is a regular blog reader, by the way -- Hi Nicky!) came to visit, and we were talking over breakfast on Sunday morning about what to do that day. Nick wanted to do some shopping, so we decided to take him to the Harrisburg Mall because it also has a great kids play area.

I got to see a lot of the night last night.

Noah went to bed about 7:15, which isn't unusual for him if he's had only one nap all day. He's been waking up once each night, but I've discovered if I give him a bottle and lay him back down, he's out like a light.

Not so last night.