I love hearing small children talk. The way they attempt to figure out how words go together is wonderful.
Ashton was in the living room playing Spyro. I can see him with no problem from my spot at the desk, so I decided to leave him to it and come fart around on the internet for a few minutes. He came to the door of the office and asked “Why aren’t you out here?”
“Because I’m in here, sweetie.”
He looked a little frustrated at this. After a few moments he said “Get out of…” thinking hard about the best way to put what he thought into words he decided on “not out here.”
Get out of not out here. I love it.
Ah, my little programmer in the making, using negative logic already.