Overheard:

Robby: "Look my arm is growing longer! It's because of that broccoli!" Me: "What do you want to name your cafe we are playing in?"....Robby:"Where Has Robby Gone, Cafe."

Robby: "Jesus can hear me just down the street."

Robby to me (addressing me like this most of the day): "Come on, Christopher Robyn! Let's go find Tigger."   Me: "Ok, Pooh, coming..."

Ahhhh. 3 years old. If you need to laugh, come on over. He's got stories to tell.

robbyI made a fun little muffin tin lunch (apples, cashews, sweet potato chips, ritz crackers) and he gave his approval.