A wee bit obvious

"Oh no, why did you wet your pants?" I asked Rocket, who has been toilet-trained for many months.

His response?

"I did a wee in them."

Who ate the baby?

Rocket, who is only two years old, was telling me that he could remember being in my tummy.

I doubt he could actually recall his womb days, but I went along with it anyway.

"I can't go in there now," he told me.

"That's right, you're too big," I agreed.

He nodded and informed me, "Yes, I won't fit in your mouth."

Milking it

Curious as ever, Petal was asking me about breastfeeding. I told her that when she was a baby, I had breastfed her.

“I didn’t like it,” she reflected. I was surprised she remembered it at all.

“Why not?” I had to find out.

Without a blink, she replied: “I don’t like cow’s milk.”

Animal instinct

Petal announced to me she knew where animals live.

“Where’s that, darling?” I was curious to hear what she’d say.

This was her list:

“Zoos, farms, aquariums and Canada.”

Eye, eye, Captain

Walking down the street, Rocket saw an elderly man with a patch over his eye.

Excitedly, he yelled, “It’s a pirate!”

No, Son, more likely glaucoma.

Doggy style

Rocket told me he's been doing yoga at daycare, then he showed me his downward dog.

I was impressed until he started barking.