I ask him what he wants for breakfast and he responds, "I want waffles, toast, and cheerios on a big, silver platter."
He plays with his "maggots" (a.k.a. magnets) on the refrigerator.
He makes astute observations like, "God gave me a neck, so I can turn it."
He brings acorns home from a walk to plant "acorn trees."
He refers to screwdrivers as Turner and Felipe (Handy Manny fan).
He asks questions that I really don't know the answer to like, "How do bugs walk on the ceiling?"
He asks for marshmallows and when told he could have some after supper, he then says, "Then I'd like marshmallows for supper and then some more marshmallows."
He comes into our room in the middle of the night and stands there silently staring at me until I open my eyes and invite him to climb in bed with us.
I see him, hear him, hold him, think of him, etc. The boy pretty much always makes me smile!