Ashley: Hey, you know how you're graduating from pre-k on Friday?
Big Kid: Yeah.
Ashley: I was thinking that maybe I would take you to the orchestra on Saturday afternoon. What do you think of that?
Big Kid: What orcastwah? What one?
Ashley: It's at the theater. Remember where we went to see STOMP? There were all of the art galleries and stuff? Well, Saturday the orchestra will be there. Would you like to go?
Big Kid: As long as it's a diffewent orcastwah, not one wif garbage and stuffs. No twash cans, no cups, no bwooms, no plastic stuffs...nuthin' like dat, okay? I dest wanna hear some weal instwaments, not any garbage fings.
Ashley: (trying not to LMAO) No, no, it's real instruments. No garbage.
Big Kid: Yeah, garbage music is sort of weird. It was good, but weird.
(he just read this whole post over my shoulder, only stumbling on the made up words. He wants to know why this is so funny, wanting to make sure we're going to a "weal orcastwah wif weal instwaments and no garbage". Seriously, this kid is a riot. He could be a reality show.)