3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
Finding Forrester
Wow!! Donut seeds!!!!
Not yet," she replied
Cheeseburger (joke from my 3 year old neice this evening)
Thunderstorms
A cloud.
Imagine there's a race of people called customers. Now imagine you're a huge racist.
Because every time he saw a street pole he imagined two pies.