Sprout-isms

The other day while washing dishes, Sprout came up to me with a perplexed look on his face. While rubbing the back of his neck, he said, "Mama, is my head on right?"

Huh?

I said, "Yeh baby, you're head's on right."

"Oh, Okay then," and he walked away.

Yesterday, as I was pulling into the garage, he said, "Mama, I think you pulled in too far."

Oh really, Mr. Three and a half year old.

Sure enough, he was right. Little stinker.