He's been at it again, our funny little buddy. And now, I proudly present, the latest round of Banksisms (following Parts 1, 2, and 3):
Banks: "I pledge allegiance. Let us play football. Amen."
Momma: "Sure! Where should we start?"
Banks: "At the finish line."
Momma: "No, those are chickpeas."
Banks: "Well, they look like hineys."
(I totally agree.)
Daddy: "It's so you can stretch your hammies. You know what hammies are, right?"
(Gotta love the attention span of a 3-year-old.)
(And that, my friends, is Philosophy 101 from a pre-schooler.)
Banks: "Mommy, when you're singin', that hurts my ears."
(Point taken, little man.)
Banks: "Umm....two dollars."
Momma: "Great! Let me see!"
Banks: "Never mind. It's a parking lot."
Thanks for the laughs, sweet boy. Keep 'em coming...