In the morning – The now-4YO, repeatedly: “Dad, look at my legs! Look how tall they are! That’s because they’re four.”
In the evening - From somewhere in the house the now-4YO exclaims, “Dad! Come look! Four years old poop!”
Dad, knock knock. Who’s there? Why couldn’t the skeleton cross the road? Uh…..why? Because it was a rock and roll skeleton!