On the way to school, this is the story as told by Cooper. He is holding a spatula. "I gotta spatula."
"I cooking waffles."
How am I going to explain to him that he doesn't need a spatula to make waffles? Maybe another day.
So on the way home that night, we are waiting at a stoplight. A policeman pulls over a car. Cooper exclaims, "Pretty ites mama." Somehow, I don't think that driver thought those lights were too pretty.
And finally, "I see a big farm mama."
Now keep in mind that there are no farms between daycare and our house. So I ask him, "What else do you see Cooper?"
"I see a cow. I see a pig."
"What does a pig say?"
Must be a sick pig.
It's never dull with that little guy.