Caterpillar?

Zoe's daily conversation has gone on a different level... From his cute remarks, now to discovery and test of his own knowledge...

Like right now, kids are outside exploring...then I heard them (seems like they saw a different kinda worm)... Then came the debate...

Zoe: it's not a caterpillar... Coz he doesn't dig and doesn't find his way out.

Then the older siblings reasoned out...but he insisted ...

Zoe: caterpillar has to dig his way out...

Hair

Zoe’s showing curiosity over a lot of things. He is inquisitive like most of the preschoolers. Tonight, as he is being put to sleep by his dada [which is a formed of their quality time] Zoe noticed his Dada’s axillary hair.

Zoe: Why do you have hair in your armpit? Did you transfer it from your head?
Dada: No? It’s just like that.
Zoe: (serious) No, I think you put it there.

One Potty Evening

Zoe’s already potty-trained. One night while he was trying to poop, he spoke to his Dada. Here’s their dialogue.

Zoe: Dada, I want to eat cookies.
Dada: What!? You’re defecating and yet all you have in your head is a cookie.