When you hit three years old, the sillier the conversation, the better. As in, just substitute one ridiculous word for the next and things just get funnier. At least for C-Man. Don't get what I'm talking about? Here is an example from the other afternoon in the kitchen....B and I were talking, C-Man was sitting at the bar. (I told this story to the girls at dinner the other night, so sorry to them for the repeat...)
C-Man: (trying to get our attention) Hello oven. (laughs)
(We continue talking)
C-Man: Hello floor. (laughs)
B: (catching on) Hello apple. (C-Man laughs hysterically)
C-Man: Hello sink. (ditto)
C-Man: Hello bottom. (pushing the limit a bit here)
B and me in unison: No, we don't joke like that.
C-Man: Hello pee-pee.
B and me in unison: Noooooo.
C-Man: Hello gas.
B and me in unison: C-Man! No!
C-Man: (thinking very quickly) Gas for the car! Gas for the car! That's what I'm talking about!