Tonight Bec was in his room playing with his train table. I could hear him start to cry his frustrated cry and he came out to the living room where Chris and I were watching the ASU game.
I said, "Honey, what happened?"
Bec says, "I just hurt my brown finger."
I said, "What?"
He said, "I just hurt my brown finger."
Chris says, "What color are your other fingers?"
Bec stops and looks. He says, "this one is brown, this one is brown, this one is brown."
We were cracking up. Where do they come up with these things?