"Mama?" in a teeny tiny whisper that I could barely hear. I ignored it three times since 5 seconds earlier I was listening to his deep breathing and lip smacking, usually sure signs that he's close to crashing. Finally I gave in so Nathan didn't get hear and get all riled up.
"What?" I replied in a tiny whisper.
"Do's T-Rexs have 'ands (hands) to open dowrs(doors)?"
"No Lias, all the T-Rexs are dead and their hands don't work to open doors."
"Ok", then deep breathing and he's out.