Weston: Shane nurses because he's still a baby. I'm a big boy and I don't nurse anymore. Me: That's true. Weston: I remember what nursies taste like, though. Me (very curious): Really? What do they taste like? Weston: Like chicken! The pink kind (the sliced lunch meat).
Weston: I'm a volcano! Me: Really? What do you do? Weston: I pee lava and poop smoke!