something cute

I just laid Luke down for his nap and I said, "You're the best boy!" and he said, "I'm not a boy, I'm a kid."  Sure, sure, I said.  Then the real reason for his clarification appeared:

"I'm not an inside kid, Mom.  I'm an outside kid.  I don't belong in a bed.  I belong outside.  I'm not tired."

Who knew I had an outside kid?  The tag from the hospital with his washing instructions doesn't say anything about inside or outside on it.  I guess that's something you have to wait and see about.  Perhaps we will have to move somewhere warmer so he can be an outside kid year-round.