Conversation while walking through Fry's with 5 year-old nephew:
Him: Oooooo, doughnuts!
Me: We're not getting doughnuts. We already have bagels.
Him: Doughnuts are fuchie.
Me: (wondering what 'fuchie' means and not even sure how to spell it) Nu-uh. Doughnuts are sugary.
Him: No! They're fuchie!
Me: What?! (swift, yet gentle boot to the rear of said kid) No they aren't. What does 'fuchie' even mean?
Him: I don't know! But but it's not something to kick a little kid in the bottom for!
Later that night at the dinner table while eating carrots and home made mac & cheese made with shell pasta:
Him: What kind of animals lived in these?
Me: Lived in what?
Him: Lived in these shells. (said as he plays with a shell on my roommates table cloth. Fortunately the table cloth cleans up easily.)
Me: Nothing lived in those shells.
Him: No, what lived in them before they died?
Me: Nothing. They're made out of flour, eggs, and water.
Him: No, I mean what lived in them when they were in the real world?
Me: Nothing. They never had anything living in them.
Him: (sounding somewhat disappointed) Oh, okay.
