When I grow up...

D was walking Comet.
"When I'm a dog, I'll go for a walk on a leash just like this," he announced.
"When you're a dog?" I asked. "When will you be a dog?"
"At Pesach!"

Wazzup?

D and I were in the back yard, and there were several wasps flying around near the garden, probably attracted by the water. I went in the house and got a newspaper and folded it up, to try to kill a few of the wasps.
When D saw me flailing away, he said, "What are you doing, Bubbie?"
"I'm trying to smack the wasps," I told him.
Later, when his mother came home, D said, "Mommy, do you wanna know what Bubbie was doing? She was smacking the waz with a newspaper!"