I love this one from Griffin. I was helping him get dressed the other morning in a polo shirt. He wiggles into it, then indicating the buttons, he said, "Can you do the finishing touch?" I laughed a little and then he told me, "The finishing touch means the buttons." Yeah, I caught that one. I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't do the button.
Also, the other day, Maxton asked me, "Does Santa exist?" What kind of almost 5-year-old phrases it that way? I think through my series of wily questions, his doubts were put to rest. I also told him that Santa won't come if he doesn't believe. That pretty much sewed up his belief for now.