My three year old has such a sweet, little voice, and he says the funniest things. I get sad when I think about not having that sweet little voice in my life - when he gets older, and it gets deeper...Recently, we had this conversation about one of Tornado's new teachers (he has for his lessons).
"Who was that?" He asked.
"That's Tornado's new teacher, Chris."
"Oh. I never heard of Chris. He's a guy?"
"Yeah, he's a big guy - like tall and big muscles."
"Oh. He has muscles?"
After a moment of thinking about it, he asked very sweetly, "He has bones, too?"