Me: Isn't the sky beautiful this morning buddy? (refrerring to the pink blush that spread across the horizon as we arrived at school)
Hayden: Pitty mummy, vewy pitty. Makes the birdies happy.
Me: You're right - the birdies are singing away. They must like the pretty sky too.
Hayden: Makes mummy happy too?
Me: Yes buddy, you know, it does make mummy happy.
Hayden: Pitty sky make mummy and birdies happy. Dat makes me happy. Tank you sun.