William called to me from the tub. I walked back there to see what he needed. He was in the tub, crunched up with his knees in his ears holding a toy boat under his feet. He said, "Mom! Look at me riding this tiny vehicle!"
Later tonight, he was sitting with his grandmother watching a cartoon. Out of the blue, he said, "Hey Nana, what's a tornado's favorite snack?" She said, "I don't know. What is a tornado's favorite snack?" He cracked up and said, "Popcorn! Is that funny?"