TIgger: Why did the race car driver put a stove in his car?
Me: I don't know.
Tigger: He wanted a hot rod.
Me: Ha, ha, ha.
Tigger: Mom, how come you're not really laughing?
Scene: Tigger is carrying a pair of wet and muddy hiking boots across the back yard up to the house. He's also wearing rain boots.
Me (opening a window and calling to him): Are those muddy or just wet?
Tigger: Muddy and wet.
Me: Take them to the driveway and hose them off. Leave them on the porch to dry. Are they your's or Pumpkin's?
Me (looking at the rainboots he is wearing): How did they get out there?
Tigger: I don't know. Oh wait, they fell off my feet.