Me: Look at those birds Nate.
Nate: Oh yeah! I see a blue jay!
Me: You see a blue jay? Where did you see it?
Nate: On the grass, and on a car.
Me: How do you know about blue jays?
Nate: I went bird watching.
Me: You went bird watching? Who did you go with?
Nate: With you dad!
Now, I don't know when this bird watching took place, but I have no recollection of it! I've only ever seen a blue jay once, on the Sunshine coast, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't me that showed him a blue jay.
Interesting the things he comes up with. A few days ago, he was playing in his room and tripped and fell over. I was in the other room and heard him start to cry, so I went over to see what was the matter.
Me: What's wrong Nate?
Nate: I broke my leg.
For one brief moment I actually thought he might have broken his leg! I had a vision of his little leg dangling uselessly from where the break was. I was almost afraid to touch his leg. But of course he hadn't broken his leg. He'd barely scratched it, but he does have a flair for the dramatic.