Conversations part 2.

In the car.

Paul: Do we have any ice cream?

Me: No. We have ice cream sandwiches, though.

Paul: That should work. We can just scrape those out.

Me: You want to make milkshakes or what?

Paul: I was thinking about root beer floats.

Caleb: *gasp* I LOVE root beer floats!

Paul: Everybody loves root beer floats. Who doesn't love root beer floats? People without taste buds, that's who.

Caleb, with glee: I'm a taste bud!

[pause]

Caleb: What's a taste bud?

Parents: *explanation*

Caleb, a little deflated: I'm not a taste bud. I'm just a regular bud.



Also in the car.

Caleb: Mama, were you a Spaniard when you were a missionary in Spain?

Me: No, I was an American living in Spain.

Caleb: Oh. Did you ever count when you were a missionary in Spain?

Me, slightly bewildered: Probably. Why?

Caleb: You can't really remember?

Me: I don't remember any specific instances of counting on my mission.

Caleb: I bet it sounded like this: Uno! Dos! Tres! Cuatro! Cinco!



While reading this morning, we reviewed a list of words he already knows. When he does this, he often likes to use the word in a sentence for context. (I promise that he came up with this exercise entirely on his own. Really.)

Caleb, reading: "Mad." As in, that horse isn't mad! That chicken is!