I taught three-year-olds class at my church today with my mom, which resulted in the following conversation:

My mom: "And when God said to fill the world, how did he want us to do it?"

Jack, age 3: "With cars!"

Later, Samuel told me the same story three times in a row about how he  was chased by a dinosaur last night. Of course, he was saved when all the robots killed it. The funny part was his urgency to tell it the second and third times around, as if he was worried I'd missed it the first time.

Three-year-olds. So much fun.