Mama: What happened to your legs?
Zook: Fell me. (Little man speaks in Yoda-ish format most of the time.)
Mama: How did those marks get all over your legs?
Zook: Boo-boos. Fell me.
Mama (Yoda Decoder): Those are boo-boos from when you fell?
Mama: It looks like pen to me…
Mama: Did you drawn on your legs with pen?
Zook: Um… Fell me. On pen me.
Mama: You fell on the pen and that’s how it got on your legs?
Zook (Beaming Yoda): Yup!
Okay, 1. I need some kind of a trophy for mastery of this new language and 2. We need to have a chat about fibbing… As soon as I stop giggling.