Preschooler logic, and, arem, talent

Here was my Mother's Day present... Since he really can't keep a secret he told me all about it while he was making it, and I can tell you that it took a good part of last week. My motherly heart nearly exploded with handmade-wonky-craft pride.



Trying to find an nth excuse to coax us into his room after bedtime: "Mom! You have to come! It's my heart..." Me, reading in bed, not budging, trying hard not to laugh: "What is it with your heart then?" "It's just beating... all the time!"


A few days ago while we were having diner outside on the patio:

LP: "Why are the birds chirping so loud?"
Me: "Maybe they're baby birds... They're in the nest and they're hungry so they're calling out to their mama, shouting: "Feed us!""
LP, slightly worried: "But where is their mama then?"
Me: "She probably went out to get them some food..."
LP: "Ah, right. At the birdy store."
Us, simultaneously choking and laughing: "The birdy store? What's a birdy store?"
LP: "Well, you know, the place where the bird mommy goes to buy some food!" (He was looking at us like we were helpless crazies).
Me: "Where's that birdy store?"
LP, without a split second of hesitation: "In ... (name of nearby town, where we don't go too often but where a lot of shops are indeed located)."
M: "And the bird mommy carries her little wallet under her wing to pay for these groceries?"
LP: "Yes!" (Crazies!)
M: "But what do they sell at the birdy store?"
LP, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world: "Duh, SEEDS!"