At the age of four most of my sons toys required batteries so he just figured everything needed them when broken. So obviously when his balloon popped one day, guess what the answer was for repairing it, yep, get batteries for it. But the funniest time was when my son accidentally kneed his dad in the groin, my husband was bent over in agony and my son said,'' Dad, you need some new batteries for your peepee.''
After asking about how to pray and give thanks at the dinner table, our, then 5 yo, son put his hands together and said,'' Dear God, please make this food into a pizza''.
Kids, you gotta love them .



