(introducing himself to one of Grandpa’s dialysis nurses)
I’m Mateo and this is Marluce. I’m the big one.
(meeting 2 year old Jordan)
Whoa. We’re going to have to take it easy with this one. He’s just a little guy.
(getting ready to feed an apple to Zeba, the pony)
Uh, here Grandma. You do it. No sense in having him think both of our fingers are little carrots.
Oh – and one Ricky-ism:
Ricky: They have alpacas?
Katia just stares at him.
Me: That’s a GOAT!
note: Ricky was mostly an indoor type of child.