Recently, 3yo and I were in the basement where our toy kitchen is located. He was preparing a plastic dinner for me, and the following conversation ensued:
3yo (handing me a bowl of plastic bread and peas): Here’s your sayfillow!
Me: sayfillow? What’s that?
3yo: It’s French.
Me: French, huh?
3yo: Yeah, French from America.
The other day, in the car:
3yo: I’m a dude. I lost my dude glasses, but I’m still a dude.