Ian: What does a stick taste like?
Me: I don't know I have never tasted a stick.
Ian: Why not?
Me: Because I don't think it would be good.
Ian: You should because it tastes like French.
Me: French what?
Ian: French Toast.
Me: (upon finding Ian attempting to poke a hole in a glad-ware lid with a toothpick) What are you doing Ian?
Ian: giving air to the caterpillar
Me: (after looking into the glad-ware and noticing an inch of water in the bottom with floating leaves, cinnamon toast crunch, and sticks) Is the caterpillar in there?
Ian: No, I put him on the grass so he didn't get hurt. He is just sitting and not walking away.
Me: Where in the grass?
Ian: (pointing)Right here. Uh, he's gone.
Me: Smile and stifled laugh.
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