These are a couple of wacko things he said while I was busy packing us up for a road trip today:
Casey: MOM??!! These things are hurting my feelings!
Me: What's hurting your feelings?
Casey: Like... the door when I run into it, or the light when I stick my finger in it, or the egg when I break it open and it burns me and then it cuts my HAND.
(a few minutes later...):
Casey: MOM??!! I think we need to take this baby back and get a new baby!
Me: That's terrible! Mackenzie is our baby, we can't get a different baby!
Casey: But she keeps touching me. So I think I need to dig a hole, and put Baby in there, and cover it up with dirt, and then you can find her!!! Like an EASTER EGG!!!
I'm going to go ahead and not put too much psychological uncertainty into that last part, because WEIRD.
