We were at Target last week and were lucky enough to find a close parking spot. So close, in fact, that we were right next to a handicap spot. While Jack was waiting patiently for me to load Wesley into the car, he was dancing around on the handicap symbol painted on the ground, which lead to the conversation below:
Jack: "I walking on dat guy...what's he doing, mommy?"
Mommy: "I don't know, Jack" (this is frequently my response when I'm distracted by something else and only half-listening to the jabberings of my two-year-old).
Jack: "He's riding bike."