Little kids have a lot to process, and sometimes it can be a lot of fun to watch. Like tonight after I put SP to bed. About 5 minutes later I hear him talking to Mike (a bear); first in a cherubic voice "daddy, I want to go to kindy", the immediately followed with a deep (for him) bass "no, you can't, you're too little. No, you're too little."
And then 10 minutes after that, again in conversation with Mike "I have to obey you Mike. Daddy has to obey me, and you, and Nana, and..." Crumbs, I don't know what I did to deserve that much oversight!