Lately

A few stellar conversations I've been having:

Elijah in the backseat: "I need to go to the emergency room. I just broke my leg."
Me in the front seat: "No, you didn't break your leg. If you broke your leg it would hurt really bad and we would have to go get a cast for it."
Elijah: "What's a cast?"
Me: "It's like a shell that would go around your leg to keep it still and safe."
Elijah, after a pause: "What happens if you break your leg?"
Me: "You have to get a cast."
Elijah: "Like an island castaway?"

Elijah, eating strawberries in the dining room: "Mama, can you put on Maceo Parker?" (pronounced May-thee-oh Paw-kew)

Today when I picked up Elijah at daycare he wanted me to pick him up and he said: "I like you Danielle Sabrina Dutton."

A few days ago I asked Elijah if he wanted watermelon. He said no. I told him I was going to go into the kitchen to have some. Then he started bellyaching upstairs and Marty asked him what was wrong. He said he was sad because he wanted watermelon. Marty asked if I'd asked him if he wanted some. He said yes. Marty asked him what he's said. He said he'd said no. Marty asked why. He said: "Because I'm a little boy and I say 'no.'"