So Dalton and I are having breakfast by the window in the airport and he says "Look mom! There are the wings so the plane can catch the air and make it fly." I didn't tell him this so I was pretty impressed. That was short-lived when he asked me if we had to ride on the roof of the plane. :-)

On the way home tonight, Dalton saw a white "Bug Car" (VW Beetle) and said he wished he had one. He went on to say that he wished we would crash so we could get a new car. Bombarded with my explanation of how terrible a car crash is, he said, "If you crash on purpose, you go to jail." I guessed that could be right depending on what exactly happened, but I wanted to know who told him that.

"God told me. Yeah, God told me that."

We saw a car with some wood planks in the back so it had it's tailgate open. D said he wished that we could ride with our back door open. Then he said, "Never mind. He'll probably get a ticket."

Dalton's been on a roll this evening. He told me on the way home that ketchup was his very, very, very, favorite, favorite food . . . to dip stuff in.

Weatherman in the Making

Dalton has become very interested in the weather maps when it rains. We're getting a much needed shower this morning and he was asking me if we were in the purple part of the map. I wasn't sure but took the opportunity to give a very rough lesson on how rain is made. He listened and then told me, "No, Mom. God makes the rain." Glad that lesson stuck with him. :-)

Looks like a what?

So just now Dalton was in the bath and I was asking him about a new bruise on his knee. He told me that it wasn't a bruise, it was a pretzel. I was confused because it wasn't shaped like a pretzel. He said, "You know. You have them too!" I asked him where (always a dangerous question) and that is when he pointed to my arm and said "Look, you have pretzels all over your arm!"

Between giggles, I explained that those are FRECKLES, not pretzels.

"Oh, yeah! And you can't eat freckles."

If only we could, little man.

Talk about Specific

Dalton got a little cut on his finger yesterday. No blood. Just one of those that is sore for a while. He told me this morning that it was still cut. I told him that it would hurt for a while, but it would get better. He says, "Yeah. It will be better next Tuesday."