While playing with Leggos at the dining room table the natural light coming from the large window faded. Fox exclaimed, "got dark!". I asked him why it got darker, and he replied, "sun went behind cloud".
Surprised and impressed that he had retained one of my ramblings, I joyously praised him.
I decided to gauge exactly how much info on the subject he had retained and asked, "what are clouds made of?"
Without hesitation Fox proclaimed, "clouds made of beef".
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