Yesterday morning, Sly found the banjo which I had left sitting out*, and he got really excited. He has loved bluegrass music since the first time he heard it somewhere, and we sometimes play him Youtube videos of it (which always feature banjos prominently).
Me: "Alright Sly, let's go get breakfast."
Sly[looking at the banjo]: "No, Sly play bluegrass."
The other day, it was naptime, and Sly was being wild and full of energy as two-year-olds often are. He looked up at me with a grin and said, "Sly drive Mommy crazy."
*No, I don't actually know how to play it. Tom had pulled it out for
me for the first time in two years, insisting I try to teach
myself again. Maybe I will practice more this time....