Okay, so I know the kid is eccentric. I know he's witty. But for heaven's sake, the kid is only four! And now he's writing his own material. Hence . . . from the last twenty-four hours:
"I want a purse."
"Okay." We give him one of his sister's old purses. He tries it on for size. "What? Do you want to carry stuff in it?"
"What do you want it for?"
He turns, gives me a sardonic smile, and says, "'Cause now I'm a person." [purse-son]
Company comes Friday night. He is forced to wear sweatpants (commando) and a shirt. Saturday morning, they leave. He stares out the window as their car pulls out of the driveway.
"Thank God they're gone. Time to get naked!"
He has a top hat from a magic kit. He has taken to wearing it.
"Is that your magic hat?"
"Well, pretend magic hat."
"Nope. It's my electric hat."
"Why do you say that?"
He whips it off his head and shows me. In the secret compartment for hiding stuff (hence to do your magic), he has tucked the electric wires for a computer and a plug.
"I'm just electric!"