He's quite a crack up lately anyway. For instance, he was playing in the church nursery the other day while I was painting in the next room, which is separated by a half-door. He loves a large stuffed parrot they have there. I told him there was a little one in the stuffed animal bucket, and told him to find it. Pretty soon, he came to the half door, stood on a little chair and held the little parrot upside down, by its tail, and said, "I found it!" Then, as solemn as could be, he informed me, "It's dead Mama."