*As an ambulance goes by while we're in the car*
Fynn: What's that?
Me: An ambulance, it's going to help people who need help.
Fynn: I need help!
We know kid, we know
*After passing a school bus one morning*
Fynn: I want to ride that bus
Me: When you're older you can ride the bus
Fynn: I'm old!
Me:You have to be 5 years old to ride the bus, how old are you Fynnie?
Fynn: I'm five.
I love the conversations you get to have with toddlers. They almost make up for the temper tantrums and refusal to wear pants... almost.