As Gabe and I ate grilled cheese delight tonight for dinner, we had the following conversation:
Gabe: The cheese is going down my esophagus!
Me: Wow! Where is it now?
Gabe: My stomach!
Me: Cool. Now where is it?
Gabe: My intestines.
Me: And now?
Gabe: The stop light!!
Me: ...?
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Who says Mom's can't have intelligent conversations with their little ones?!
Hearing a child's interpretation is so classic!
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