Conversation between my husband and our 3 year old after battling with him for the last two weeks as he goes through a new phase of non-stop talking and non-stop non-listening to anything we say.

Bill: I think we’re gonna send you to live with the wolves.

Ash: No! They will eat me!

Bill: No, they won’t eat you. You’ll become one of the wolfpack. Then you can run around and play all day in the snow.

Ash: Is it real snow?

Bill: Yeah.

Ash: But snow is cold.

Bill: It’s okay. You’ll have fur.

Ash: What’s that?

Bill: It’s like hair all over your body.

Ash: But I won’t have arms or hands?

Bill: No, you’ll have paws.

Ash: Can I make a snowman with a carrot? And then eat it?

Bill: Ummm… sure?

Ash: Will I be with the whywolves?

Bill: You mean werewolves?

Ash: I don’t want to be a whywolve. I’m just an Asher.