Ethan and I were playing in the backyard today, and he had his first conversation with the wind.
Ethan (pointing his finger at the sky with a scowl): "Stop, wind, I no like you!"
It was rather windy, and he's decided that he's a little scared of the wind.
Ethan: "Why wind no stop?"
Me: "Um.......Ethan, we can't tell the wind to stop. God makes the wind blow, and there's nothing to be scared of."
Ethan: "No, no, wind. Very naughty." (spanks his own thigh with his hand)