Breakfast with Garrett

During my recent trip to New England to visit Milly, Ben and their children, I had several occasions to spend some quality time with my almost three-year-old grandson, Garrett.


One morning Garrett and I were having a quiet breakfast together at his kitchen table. I sliced some oranges for him and after he'd tasted them he said, "They're kinda tart!"
I chuckled and cleared my throat, not used to hearing such eloquent conversation from toddlers. 
"What did you say?" Garrett asked.
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" I responded.
"No, what did you say after that?" Garrett insisted.
"SpongeBob SquarePants!" I said.
"And then what did you say?"
"Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!"
"And what did you say after that?"
"SpongeBob SquarePants!"
"And then what did you say?"
SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob-Square-PANTS!"
......pause......
Garrett asked again, "What did you say?"
I answered, "I'm just thinking, Garrett. Sometimes it's good to just think."
I opened my mouth to say something else and he quickly said, "Think some more."