I'm not for eating. . .

Last week when Gavin was in nursery, he turned to his teacher and said, "I don't want my dad to come in here, because he wants to eat me and I'm not food."

Today as we were leaving church, Gavin was sporting a custom made wrist band (made from a wrapper of some sort). He was so excited as he explained, "I can hear when the dinasours and dragons come because this helps me hear them."
"You must be a brave boy."
"Yes, I am."

While at a baseball game Gavin was sitting on my lap kissing my cheeks. Jhonny wanted him to come to him, but he wasn't getting his attention. Finally he shouted, "Hey, Gavin, whatta ya doin?!?"
"Kissin!"

Gavin was asleep during dinner today, so later when he woke up we set out his dinner while I was making cookies. Of course Gavin wanted to eat cookies instead of his dinner. "You have to eat your dinner first, son," I told him.
"I can't!" he retorted.
"Why not?" I asked.
"It makes me pee!"

Last week I took Gavin on a date. While drinking our slushies I thought I would bring up some small talk. "Who's your best friend?" I asked. Without hesitation he said, "LILY!"