Our son is 3 and close-to-a-half so it's just fun when he talks. He was not going down well at night so we started limiting his afternoon nap to an hour and a half so he'll go to sleep without full-on riot police intervention.
Jenny woke him up yesterday and he rolled up into the sitting position, nap sweaty with his blankie in hand, looked Jenny dead in the eyes and said, "That T-Rex is gonna have to run a lot faster than that to catch me."
I'd love to have a 3 year old's dreams.
Of course he also passes gas and walks up to me and says, "Daddy. Smell it. Smell the stinky. Smell it."
I'm glad my wife has a brother so she hasn't been just utterly shocked.