Biz (3yo, talking for his Lego Star Wars Stormtrooper): Hi. I have a baby in my belly.
G (6yo): Um. Are you a girl?
Biz: Why? Do you have to be a girl to have a baby in your belly?
G: Yes. Well, unless you’re a seahorse.
Biz: Oh. He’s not a seahorse.
G: So I guess you don’t have a baby in your belly.
At the dinner table (Keep in mind, we live in Maine.)
Me: What did you do at preschool camp today?
Biz: The beach was closed, but the guy wasn’t there so we went fishing.
Me: You went fishing?
Biz: Yes. We sneaked in.
Me: Where exactly was this?
Biz: On New York Island. We took a plane there.
Me: Who drove the plane?
Biz: I did.
Me: You did?!
Biz: Just kidding. It was the pilot.
Conversation in the car
Biz: Mommy, what if I were a big sandwich?
Me: That would be silly.
Biz: I’d be a big Bizzy sandwich.
Me: What kind of sandwich is that?
Biz: A mac and cheese sandwich, of course!