Zane must think I'm my own breed. :-) In response to emptying a bag of very few pretzels into a bowl so someone would eat them, Zane asked me "Do Vickies want pretzels?"
Mommy: "I don't want any right now but feel free to eat some."
Zane: "No. Do Vickies like pretzels?"
Mommy: "Did you ask if Vickies like pretzels?"
Zane: "Yes."
Mommy: "I don't know if all Vickies like pretzels, but I'm willing to guess that some do."
Zane's Monday was a "Hold me!" Monday. So we were sitting on the chair together, again, with him partly draped across my lap and he exclaimed "Hold me!!" Sort of joking I grabbed his arm to pull him closer. He gasped "Hey. . . !" I chuckled, "Well you need me to hold you closer?" Zane replied in a very serious manner, "But that's dangerous. You could hurt me."
*Zane gets excited about sequencing numbers to 20 successfully!