At Lunchtime:
"Connor, do you want some broccoli? Look how fun they are; they look like little trees!"
"No, Mommy, broccoli is not good for me. It's got lumber in it."
"I said it was like a little tree, not made from a little tree!"
At Potty Time:
"Look, Mommy, saxophone turds!"
(I hear this one a lot. I guess most turds look like saxophones to him. With the exception of the ones that look like chicken nuggets. Thanks a bunch for that one, Daddy.)
(Actually, I can't complain too much. If looking at the turds in the potty is what it took to encourage him to use the potty instead of a diaper to do his business, then I guess that's a win.)
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