Tevan-isms

Last night Tevan was not tired due to a late nap. So, my mom being the Super-Granny that she is, stayed up with him and I, the tired-got-up-all-night-Mom, went to bed. I over heard the following conversation:

Tevan: Gramma, I want a boomerang.

Grandma: A what?

Tevan: A boomerang.

Gma: A boomerang, where? In your room?

T: No, in the black sing. Here I will show you. (He then lead her into the kitchen and pointed to the fruit basket.) In there.

Gma: Oh, you mean a nectarine?

T: Yeah, a nectarine!