As we were getting the kids ready for bed, I was fortunate enough to hear the conversation between my husband and two year old tonight.
Hubby: "Come on, Gabe, put the pig down."
Two year old: "Why, daddy? Why I need to put pig down?"
Hubby: "Because it's time for bed."
Two year old: "I take pig to bed."
Hubby: "You can't take your bank to bed."
Two year old, rubbing the bank: "But he so soft."
Hubby, laughing: "Gabe, the pig isn't soft; he's made of metal."
Two year old: "Nuh uh, daddy, he made of monies!"