Lying on the trampoline with Matt this evening, we were watching all the bats that come out in the evening. I kept saying, "See the bats." And he would say, "No." Finally, he got up and walked the edge of the tramp, pointed to a wiffle ball bat on the ground and said, "That's a bat. Dose are birds."
James came out later and after lying there awhile said, "Dad, get your gun and shoot those bats. I want to eat one."