3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
He was looking for Finger Prince. (Say it out loud if you don't get it.)
I can see my shelf
Not yet," she replied
My 3-year-old asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
Fog
A cloud.
Imagine...*You* Being God, the Lord, Him... But imagine us.
Imagine there's a race of people called customers. Now imagine you're a huge racist.