


Mommy: "G, where is your horse going?"
G: "To the farm!"
M: "Oh how fun! Who is he going to see at the farm?"
G: "kittens."
M: "How many kittens?"
G: "2"
M: "What color are they?"
G: "red and neen"
M: "what are they doing?"
G: "PLAYING BASEBALL!!"
That is really what it all comes back to in our house. Baseball, Airplanes, and Dirty Trash Trucks.
Also overheard yesterday morning when I was getting breakfast for him (pictured above--a happy face on his yogurt), a little voice from the table piped up, "I am apple juice man!!"