"Hey, Mom . . .

. . .that tree is naked. It should be wearing leaves."

(Just out of the bath. I went in the next room to get his clothes and could hear talk of a pretty dress to go to the temple.) When she saw me come in, she said, "I'm just keeping Kalby warm so he doesn't get cold."

Later, giggling, "Hey, Mom, he's a grill!"
"Are you sure? I think he's a boy."
"Nope. He has a pretty dress on; he's a grill."