Literal translations

Kids are notorious for taking things literally. Really literally. Like when we nibble playfully on Todd and he protests: "Don't eat me! I'm not food!"

Or today, when he looked like he'd done a face-plant into his dinner, and I asked Daddy to mop his face up. I can just imagine what cleaning supplies Todd thought Daddy would use when he piped up with "Don't mop my face, I'm not a floor!"

And then there was Mommy and Daddy innocently remarking on how Todd would make new friends at his new school. A simple enough concept right? Todd apparently wanted a more detailed instruction manual: "I don't know how to make friends. I don't know how to build them!"