Breakfast table conversation.
Second son: For Halloween, Daddy will be a pancake. And you will be a fork. And then you can fork Daddy!
Mommy: And what will you be for Halloween?
Second son: Fusilli pasta.
Mommy: And what about your brothers?
Second son: They will also be pancakes. And they will be forked!
Second son: When I keep running, I lose mein energy.
Mommy: Where does your energy go?
Second son: It goes right into the ground! Mein Harry O [invisible friend co-opted from older brother] told me that.
Second son: I am wearing these pants because they have growed right out of mein brother. They is mein pants now! They have growed smaller to fit me.
Mommy: How convenient!
Second son: Are you working on Daddy's pancake costume? Halloween is tomorrow!