Michael: I know what 365 plus 365 is. It's six thousand, one hundred and twenty ten.
Michael: Do pirates drive cars made of wood?
This morning Michael got into bed with us, and at some stage he put his hand over my mouth.
Michael: Say "hello"
Michael: Say "bed"
Michael: Say "croissant"
Me: [undignified but muffled sniggering]
Disclaimer: The croissant is not a frequent visitor to our table. It was not what I was expecting from the 5 year old at 6:15am.