Elliot has a growing vocabulary, and yet, talking to him is increasingly like trying to have a conversation with Tracy Jordan. Here's a sample.
Elliot was out playing in the backyard, and repeatedly called "HELP! HELP!" because he touched a prickly rosebush or got a piece of gravel in his shoe.
"Elliot, have you heard of the boy who cried wolf?"
"A boy kept saying a wolf was going to eat him. But it didn't."
"Why my eat a wolf?"
"No, you wouldn't eat the wolf. The wolf would eat you."
"Elliot, we can't have an egg hunt now. Easter is three weeks away. Do you know how long a week is?"
"A dog's poo."