“I see tash.”

“You see what?,” I ask Diego.

“Tash.”

“You see that?”

“No. It tash, Mama.”

“It’s that?” (At this point I cannot for the life of me come up with anything other than lame “that” to try and understand what he’s pointing out.)

“Tash, Mom, TASH!”

“I’m sorry, Diego, I don’t understand what your trying to tell Mama.”

“It garbage, Mama.”

“OHHH, you see trash!”

Thank God my two year old already gets the concept of synonyms!

Two days later…

Dada: Should we put 10 gallons or 15 gallons of gas in the Subaru, Diego?

Diego: Ummmmm, 15.

Dada: Why should we put 15 gallons in?

Diego: 15 moe than 10 gallons.

Where did this kid come from?