GG sits near me in the kitchen. He says, "I'm hot."
I say, "I'm hot, too. Why are you hot?"
"Ummmm, because...(pauses, then in imitation of the Michael Jackson song)...I'm bad, I'm bad..."
That's what less than five months of English does to a three-year-old. :)
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