This morning son was singing a new song. I'm not sure how he came up with the lyrics.
Son: God's coming down from outer space. God's coming down from outer space.
Son: We were made from apes. Humans were made from apes. We are apes.
(Just now Son and Friend are playing, either with lego men or his knights. Here is that conversation:)
Son: Let's get mochas. We'll have two mochas, please. That costs thirty dollars. Pretend I got you a bagel too.
Geez. I'm not sure where he gets all this stuff. Certainly not from me.