The following is a conversation that Baba and I had several times today:
Baba: Putt-putts, barn, shh!
Me: Yes, tractors sleep in the barn.
Me: Cows sleep in the barn, too.
Baba: Oink, oink gone?
Me: Yes, Grandpa's pigs are gone.
Lather, rinse, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat. I feel it is worth noting that Grandpa's pigs have been "gone" since early October, but the boy feels it is necessary to keep reminding us that the pigs are gone. The tractors are sleeping because that is the only way to get the boy away from the tractors. If you tell him they went night-night you have a chance of getting him to think about something else for thirty seconds.
Ahh, the life of an almost two year old. Obsessed with choo-choos, putt-putts, oinks, moos, barns, and 'no balls (snow balls).