Sometimes, I'm asked silly questions about how to do things he shouldn't be doing, so I give him silly answers about how to do what he wants to do.
Q: "How do you get on the dryer?" A: "You have to be a kitty."
Q: "How do you get (to the very high shelves well out of reach and across the room)?" A: "You have to fly."
Not long after that last conversation, I hear "Mom! Mom help me! I need this one!" His kite. He needed it to help him fly across the room. Not being one to squash my children's dreams, I got it down for him, and this is what we ended up with by the end of the night:
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