3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
A: Look ask me when I get back from India okay
A marajuannabe.
3-year-old: A cake. Wife: Where is it 3: You haven't made it yet.
Because they have rain over every country in the world.
One says "Hey, you, get off of my cloud!" The other says "Hey, McLeod, get off of my ewe!"
Inconceivable.
Imagine all the people..