We were listening to Michael Medved

...and Faelan piped up from the bathroom in a decisive voice, "The point is, what do I know about it?"

A break from gymnastics

Faelan is looking at a wooden jumping puppet which dangles from a string of fish-shaped cat toys.

F: What does he got- does he have on his head?
A: He has a crown on his head.
F: What does that mean?
A: I think that means he is a king.
F: Is he the king of his baby?
A: I don't know, is he?
F: Yes.
A: Does that mean that Daddy is the king of you?
F: Um, yep.
A: So, if daddies are kings of their babies, does that mean that mommies are queens of their babies?
F: Yes. Look, I got a fish! I'm a friend of the honey nut. I'm a friend of the rabbit queen. I'm a badger.
A: Who talked to you about honey nuts?
F: A badger in a bear book.
A: Oh, right, "Bear Snores On," of course.
F: Look out, here I come! [jumps from coffee table to couch, somersaulting as he lands]

Rhyming all the time

He sings them to himself. "Doffer, noffer, naffer, daffer, daffodil."

He greets us with them: "Daddy Baddy! G-ma B-ma!"

He uses them in sentences: "It's my bottom pottom!"

He greeted me one day with "Mommy Tommy Bommy Wommy Pommy, can I have this?"

First book he has memorized:

Potato Joe, by Keith Baker. It's not totally memorized yet, but he speaks more of it than I read.