Our boy cracked us up at dinner last night. There were at least three times when he piped up with an unexpected quip and made us reconsider our words in light of how a four-year old hears them. Unfortunately, I could only remember two of the three exchanges by the time I sat down to capture them, but here are those two, for your reading (and our remembering) pleasure.
Matthew: Mommy, do you wike milk?
Me: Mmmm, not really, buddy. Not any more. Not to drink.
Me: But I do like milk in things, like...
Matthew: Wike a cup?
Daddy: What did you do in math today?
Meg: We played a game!
Daddy: Cool! How did that work?
Matthew: Not so good.
For the record, the math game was fun and worked fine, but I guess Matthew just saw the opportunity to get in a funny and went for it. It really did make us laugh; here is Dave, expecting an explanation of the game's rules, and Matthew immediately interjects in this VERY somber voice a blanket condemnation of the whole thing. After we had our chuckle, Matthew looked around the table with a very satisfied smile.
"I wike making people waugh," he said.