Last night, I was searching for a word to explain to Faelan what it felt like when he poured cold water on my head while we were sitting in the hot bath, saying, "I felt... I felt...um..."
Faelan helpfully asked, "did you feel awwogant, Mommy?"

This morning, Faelan started by being Alexander, one of Babar's elephant triplets, but then switched - midsentence - to Huckle Cat, from Richard Scarry.

In the grocery store today, as we were buying milk and frozen raspberries to make smoothies with, at Faelan's request, he asked, "Do we need anything else? Should we get Daddy some chocwate? Some chocwate ice cream? Because he likes chocwate." (We didn't.)

This was shortly after he pitched a fit as I put in into the carrier after repeated attempts to run away from me outside the downtown library just before naptime, during which he scratched my neck badly enough to draw blood. A few minutes later I said "Ouch. Look, this is where you scratched me. It really hurt."
"I see it," said Faelan, scrunching his face up in sympathy. " 'I'm sorry,' says Huckle. Cats have very sharp claws to scratch."