Last night before bed, Frog was practicing his "making conversation" skills. He tilts his head to one side and sort of interviews you, like Diane Sawyer.
Frog: So, what is your favorite dinosaur, Mommy?
Me: Huh...I guess I'd have to say....the brontosaurus (pointing).
Frog: No that's called a brachiosaurus.
Me: Oh, okay..the brachiosaurus.
Frog: Why is that one your favorite?
Me: Because.....he has a long neck like a giraffe....and he's nice...and eats leaves.
Frog: Me, too.
Me: That's your favorite, too?
Frog: No, I EAT LEAVES too.
Me: You do?
Frog: Yes because I love lettuce in my salad. (i love that he asks me to put lettuce in his salad, as if that's not, like, the BASE for salad. He also will request a sandwich "with ham, and mustard, AND BREAD, mommy, please put bread on it")
Me: Oh, right, that's true, lettuce IS a leaf. So you eat leaves, too!
Frog: Yes. Dinosaurs get their leaves from a TREE, and we get our leaves from a BAG.
