My youngest son, Turner, is 4 years old. The combination of a developing sense of his world, an expanding vocabulary and a creative young mind have led to what we affectionately refer to as Turnerisms. Here are a few more:
While laying in bed, trying to stay up later: "For those that take naps, they can be wild at night".
While outside recently as a neighbor was burning some brush: "I smell somebody cooking leaves".
After we'd spent a bit too much time in Old Navy: "Can we leave this store soon? I'm about to get frustrated".
As we drove by an empty pasture near our house, one that is usually filled with cattle-
Me: I wonder where all the cows are?
Turner: I have an hypothesis.
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