An exchange we had driving back from town:
"Dada, did you know I know the plan for Squirrel Stew?"
"I didn't know that- what's the plan?"
"Uh, Dada.....do you know what's IN Squirrel Stew?"
"A DEAD SQUIRREL."
We jawed about various other things for a while, then it came back around.
"Dada, you know what else is in Squirrel Stew?"
"What else, Fuss?"
Earlier we played at a park we'd never visited before.
It had a kid sized picnic table where we rested after our explorations. Fuss lay across it and sighed deeply, staring up at the trees.
"Dada, I like the sound the wind makes in the leaves."
"It sounds like the trees clapping."
That's my boy.