Overheard while driving:
Isaac: “Twust me, Eli. Tomowow is my birfday.”
Wife: “Isaac, your birthday isn’t until September.”
Isaac: “Is that tomowow?”
Wife: “No, sweetie. It’s a lot of days away.”
Isaac: “Oh.”
And then later, while Eli and Isaac flop around like otters in the bathtub, periodically splashing either me or my newspaper, or splashing each other:
(splash, splash, splash)
“Stop, Isaac.”
(splash, splash, splash)
“Stop. Stop. STOP.”
(splash, splash, SPLASH)
“Stop doesn’t mean do it!”
“Oh. Sowwy.”
