Dylan's semantic aptitude makes it that much funnier when he misunderstands something. The other day he announced gloomily to Grammy and everyone at the table, "Mommy says I might have electric pee." ... Umm... run that by me again? Turns out he'd been told that for an upcoming doctor's visit, "you might have to collect your pee." He took a moment to process this new input, then joined in the general hilarity.
5-year-old Dylan understands what's going on, better than most kids his age. The other day, out of the blue, he asked from the back of the car, "dad, ... so does he mean he has trouble loving himself?" Huh? I then realized we were listening to Michael Knott's Life of David CD, and he'd understood pretty clearly what this dark refrain was about:
I'm the cunning culprit
and the little lamb
and I love all God's children
all but one
This chameleon
Not bad for a five-year-old. He asked whether it was a prayer; Actually, yes: a sad and honest prayer... 
