Finding the right word

I was digging up the garden so we could plant seeds. K and Do helped for about 30 seconds, until we found a worm. After that, my job was to do all the digging, D's job was to step in the dirt and sit in the dirt and lie in the dirt and... K's job was to keep up a non-stop stream of questions--or maybe one long, continuous question: "Are you finding more worms? Did you find another worm? Are there any more worms? Where are they? Are they under the dirt? Why are they under the dirt? Do they like it under the dirt? When will they come out from under the dirt? Are you finding more worms? Did you find another worm?"
And finally--when he had apparently run out of different ways to say "Are you finding more worms?" he asked me, "Are you keepening looking for more worms?"
Yes, I "keepened" looking until the garden was all dug up, and K had a collection of about 20 worms. (We put them back in the dirt when we went inside for lunch.)

With the right tools...

This morning, the kids were riding their bikes around and around the house, and at one point D crashed straight into my legs with his tricycle. On purpose. "Ow!" I excalimed. "Don't do that, D-that hurts!"
K stopped his bike and got off and came over to inspect my legs. "Did that hurt?" he inquired.
"Yes," I said.
"I will fix them," he declared. "But first I have to get some band-aids. And some tools."
"Tools? What kind of tools do you need?" I asked him
"Oh- a hammer, some nails, a screwdriver, and a drill."
"You're going to fix my legs with a HAMMER and a DRILL?"
"Yes," he declared.
He proceeded to get his (invisible) tools and "fix" my leg.
"Are you done yet?" I asked him.
"Not yet. I just need to use the monkey wrench."
"The monkey wrench- that sounds like it will hurt!" I exclaimed.
"Well-" he said thoughtfully, "after I fix your leg with the monkey wrench, I'll give you FIVE band-aids."
Oh, well- in that case- I guess it's OK!