This is the conversation I had with Davis yesterday evening while we were out playing in the yard. He was picking up little sticks, bringing them to me, and then we took turns throwing them up in the air.
Davis: "Davis throw stick way up."
Me: "Yeah, Davis throws his stick way up."
Me: "You threw your stick way up to the moon?"
Davis: "Yeah. Eat."
Me: "Um, the moon ate your stick?"
Davis: "Yeah. Moon eat stick."
As we were having this conversation, I was thinking I had a pretty smart kid, to be saying all this before he is even two, and to be putting simple concepts together. Then we got to the part about the moon eating the stick. Now I'm not so sure.