Fun on Friday- More Turnerisms

My youngest son, Turner, is 4 years old. The combination of the developing sense of his world, an expanding vocabulary and a creative young mind have led to what we affectionately refer to as Turnerisms. Here a few more:

A recent conversation:
Turner: "At school today, the girl said, Don't follow me".
Me: "We're you, because we don't chase girls?"
Turner: ""Yes, but I just wanted to go down the slide. My turn was next".
Me: "Oh, we'll that's okay".

At a recent wedding reception, I had stepped away to get a drink refill. When I came back-
Turner (pointing to a man sitting a couple of chairs down from us): "He's 68".
Me: "What? He's 68? What?"
Turner: "He asked me how old I was, and I said 4, then I asked him how old he was".