Do YOU Like Apples?

Atticus and I had a pretty normal evening at home. Dinner, some playing, bath, stories and bed. After I left his room tonight, I could hear him talking (to Tigger I presume). "Do YOU like apples? Do you? Do YOU like apples?" I kept waiting for the "punk" to fall somewhere in those lines. It was really funny.

It all comes from a book on apples we checked out from the library. Along with Atticus's fantastic memory of our family going to the apple orchard up in Michigan last fall. Who knew a two year old's memory could outpace an adult's recollection skills?