“Mommy, yummy bwoccoli! Thanks for not making bedgtables for dinner. I don’t wike bedgtables.” I certainly wasn’t going to break the news to him.
“I wish I could meet God’s baby.” I discovered he was talking about Jesus.
Before bedtime, Aleck was playing with his dinosaur and some stuffed animals. During bedtime prayers Aleck said, “Dear Lord, pwease help my dinosaur’s tummy feel better cause he ate Ella’s whittle bunny wabbit.”