In the car.

Me: What should we have for lunch?
Jack: We should have farts for lunch!  I like them because they taste like air.  Eat my farts, Sam!  
Sam: (Maniacal laughter)
Jack: Eat them!  Eat my farts!
Me: (Sigh)
Assorted pictures from this week:

(He brought downstairs his pacifier, book, and blanket about thirty minutes before nap time.)

Bullseye!