On our drive home from the in-laws one evening, I play the “What does it say?” game with Elliott.
Me: What does the cow say?
Me: What does the cat say?
Me: What does the digger say?
E: Chug Chug!
Me: What does the ambulance say?
This goes on for a while when I decided to throw him a curveball.
Me: What does the moon say?
E: *pauses for a split second* Mooooooooooooooon!
Such silliness, such joy.