Yesterday, at Toys R Us
Adrian picked out two toys for his birthday gift (my grandmother had sent him some money), and we picked up an outfit set for the baby. One of those onesie/diaper shirt/hat type things.
When we were paying for the items, he proudly told the cashier:
“The toys are for me, because it’s my birthday. And the clothes are for my baby.”
“YOUR baby?” The cashier smiled.