The other day, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Elijah galloped out from the music room into the dining area and stood expectantly next to the table.
E: "Daddy, be older."
Me: "Sorry, what?"
E: "Daddy, be older. Want hairs on chest. Be older"
Me: "Ooh, I see. Well, you're right, you can't have hairs on your chest right now. They'll come though, when you get a bit older. Why do you want hairs on your chest?"
E: "Be older. Be like Daddy."
...and he galloped away again.
I have no idea what that was all about.