FM: Wassat, mama? Wassat boomin’?
Me: I don’t know, sweetie. I think it is one of the neighbors.
FM: Dennis?
Me: No. I don’t think it is Dennis. Maybe Tor.
FM: Shall we go see?
Me: No, not right now.
FM: Yes. Wight now.
Me: No, we’re making dinner now.
FM: Awright. Maybe later?
Hearing your two year old say “shall we” is a bit odd. Now I understand why everyone always thought I was so old for my age.
