Hawkins (completely out of the blue while driving home from the grocery): "Mom, what you want for Kiss-mas?"
My heart totally melted that my two year old was genuinely concerned with my Christmas wish.
Me: (seizing the opportunity) "Hmmm. What do I want for Christmas? I want Hawkins to potty in the toilet for Christmas."
Hawkins: (while chuckling as if I was being silly) No, Mommy.
Well, perhaps he wasn't that concerned with my Christmas wish.
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While sitting at the dinner table:
Houston: Mom, you're kinda the size of Santa.
Me: Thanks. I'm not really sure how to take that.
He later explained that by size he meant height.
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