My 3 year old (pointing at a shed): “I want to go in that little barn to see if it has little animals.”
My 3 year old ate all of her baked beans at dinner and then proceeded to eat all of the sauce, scooping it up with her fork.
My 3 year old: “What are these called?”
Me: “Baked beans.”
Her: “I don’t want any more beans, but can I have more baked?”
My 2 year old: “Let’s play hide and go seek. You hide!”
Me: “Are you just saying that because we’re both strapped in the car?”