A couple of days ago Paul was helping me cook. I didn't have the light on over the stove so he told me, "I can turn on the light with my mind. And this button."
Today, while walking to school Paul passed a wad of pink ABC gum. He told me, "Somebody dropped part of their brain."
How is it that a 3.6 year old has a better sense of humor than about anybody else I know?
Sylvia, on the other hand, is funny unintentionally. We took her to the toilet before we went to bed (but too late to avoid an accident). She screamed about how things were hurting, then suddenly she wanted chickens. The last thing, "I'm hungry! Why doesn't anybody feed me anything I like!"