I say "Cheerio!" when I leave the house. The small boys equate that to the round tasty oat cereal they eat for breakfast. Their reply to me is, "You're a cheerio!" which is sung out with great delight. I leave the house with a big smile on my face each and every time.
Five has a remarkable vocabulary for someone of his years, but some sounds and words don't come out quite right. Here is his recap of yesterday:
"We had munch with Tim Portons. There was no bango... I had a nagel, and a fing wif green and white and lellow sprinkles on it. But my milk was boring. Look at me, I have a sheaf!"
Which translates to: "We had lunch at Tim Hortons. Thank goodness I didn't have to eat a mango... I had a bagel, and a doughnut with green, white, and yellow sprinkles on top. I didn't want to finish drinking my milk because it took too long and I lost interest. I'm a brave and mighty knight, watch me wield this plastic sword and sheaf with skill and bravery!"