Early in the morning a few minutes after Caleb woke up…
C: Mommy, this leg hurts.
M: Oh no. What’s wrong with it?
C: Well, I think, that if I get seven more monster trucks, it’ll feel better.
M: Really? How will monster trucks make your leg feel better?
And then he just stares at me with an irritated look as if to say “WHAT don’t you get Mommy!!???” And he seriously would not address my ridiculous question with an answer.