Dear Pooka,

Mom: Let's go downstairs.

Joe: Alright! Rock and roll man!

Mom: Did you just say "rock and roll man"?

Joe: Yeah! Rock and roll dude.

Mom: Where did you learn THAT?

Joe: Daddy told me.

Joe: When I grow up to be a farmer, I will ride a tractor. And I will eat apples in my tractor.