He says other cute things, too. My wife made much anticipated cinnamon rolls and when they were finally done, he came down and said, "Dad, do you want some rockenrolls? They're done."
Speaking of rockenrolls, my five-year-old told me he's going to be a rock star when he grows up. He's even written a song, and he sang it to me yesterday. I'll try to remember the words, but I'm not quite sure: "How much is that doggy in the window? I want to buy him so I can sell him and buy some popcorn." Something like that. We should have written it down.
Here are some pics from the trip:



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