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:
Turner (turning off the TV and running out of the living room): "I turned it off so it wouldn't run down the batteries".
Parker (quietly to me only): "I don't think he knows the TV doesn't run on batteries".
Turner: "If you don't let me have chips, I'll be sad. And you don't want me to be sad".
Me: "Turner, what are your 3 favorite sports?"
Turner: "Umm. Soccer. Pumpkin bowling. Eating".
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