Me: Little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
5yo: That's gross!
7yo: No, we are made of dirt.
Me: Not quite, Adam was made from dirt but we are made of...
Me: You are right!
(I gave him a high five for that! He came up with that all on his own. Honestly I was going to say cells.)
7yo: I am made from you because we both have blond hair and don't like fish.
5yo: Mom likes fish.
7yo: No she doesn't.
5yo: Mom do you like black tip shark?
7yo: Shark is a fish.
5yo: See, Mom likes fish.