I get home.

I come in and my son is walking up the stairs, talking to me before I even get the door shut behind me. Talking fast and talking a zillion words a second in a very animated voice while waving his arms around, demonstrating .... something ....

"Tony and I were going to get a bucket and worms but we need a knife and wanted to see which one would be okay" and keeps talking and walks to the knife block where he randomly starts pulling out the knives and chasing them with "Is this one okay? This one is pretty good. I think this one will work?"

Mom: Um... a knife? What?

He puts the knife back without a word, and then goes out the garage and comes back in with his fishing pole. "See? We just need worms and a bucket and a knife to cut up all the fish!"


LOL

He and Tony left for Wal-Mart, shortly after, to find a bucket, worms and a sharp knife to "cut up all the fish".