I found Luke sitting on the potty and, for some reason, he wasn't wearing any clothes
Me: Are you naked?
Me: You look naked to me.
Luke: I'm not naked. I'm wearing socks.
It's funnier when you picture us pronouncing it "nekkid" since we're Southern like that
Me: Come on, Luke. Let's go water the plants.
Luke: OK, Mommy.
Me: Leave your sandwich inside. (By sandwich I meant the wooden sandwich he was playing with)
Luke: Bye bye, french toast. You stay there.
Luke was getting frustrated because he couldn't pull up his pants the right way
Me: It's OK. You don't have to make it perfect. Just keep trying.
Luke: Perfect is best. I know that for a fact.
Twinkle, twinkle little... hippopotamus.