Driving on the Interstate to my parents’ house we saw a pick-up truck carrying a load of what looked like props for a play about the southwest (fake boulders, fake cacti).
R: [pointing out the window] Don’t sit on those green things.
Me: You mean those cactus plants?
R: [seriously] Yes. Don’t sit on porcupines, either. You might hurt your booty. (giggles)
While Rowan was finishing up his dinner and I was doing dishes...
R: Mommy, I’ve got goosebumps!
Me: You do? Are you turning into a goose?
R: No, I’m turning into an ice cube.
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So clever!
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