"I think they are passengers from the train."
"What are passengers?"
"People who ride a train. Or a plane. Or a bus."
"Oh, so their name is people and their middle name is passenger."
Something like that.
We were doing our Memorial Day Annual Puzzle (though I can't remember if we've only meant to do this every other year), when Landon spilled his drink over half of it.
During the clean-up Bill said, "Landon, I could use a hand here."
And oh, so earnestly, Landon held up his hand in Bill's direction and kept it there.
Got you covered, dad.
Oh! And now I must go b/c a certain favorite little boy just came in and said, "I can read now!" with a book in hand.
This oughtta be good.