Mickey and I were discussing yet another crafty thing he produced for his daddy to take to work with him:
"I want to give these to Daddy to take to work."
"Honey, Daddy doesn't really have much room for more stuff at his work..."
"Okay, well, he can just keep them here at home on his...his...um...Berry. That black thing."
And with Alex, today we went to a little grocery store that had prominently displayed three little signs, one for Visa, one for MasterCard, and one for Discover.
Alex points to the MasterCard sign:
"Mamma, is that dot com?"