I told H his pants were kinds short and he said "they say 4 inside of them and I'm 4."
Can't argue with that.
Our conversation the other day on the way home from school, he brought up his cavity:
H: Mama, I know why I have a cavity.
Me: Oh really, why?
H: This story might not be true but this is what happened. Dada made five batches of cookies and made me sample one from each batch. Then the next morning he made three more batches and made me eat those too.
Me: I'll have to let Dada know not to make so many cookies.
On Friday after I picked him up:
H: Mass is an extra long nap.