The other day, we were in the car, and we passed a truck spraying out salt on the road to help melt the ice.
"What's that truck doing?" asked George.
"It puts salt on the roads" I said.
"But where does the egg go?"
Brilliant!
And just moments ago, Matt comes down the stairs wearing an old pair of cut off trousers. George exclaims: "Daddy, you've broken your trousers!"
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