"So then the elephant was chasing the leopard and trying to eat him!" he retells of his dream last night.
"But why was the elephant going to eat him?" I ask -- expecting an obvious answer, of course [when will I ever learn?].
"Well, he wasn't really, Mom. He was just telling stories," he explains. "Silly leopard," he laughs.
"Oh, so he was crying wolf?" I ask -- forever trying to squeeze in those lessons.
"No, Mom," he answers a little disappointedly, "he was crying LEOPARD." [as in...didn't we already cover this?]