Of Plants and Bad Smells

I spent ten minutes in the car this morning yelling at poor Governor and calling him a nasty bugger.  And you would have too, had you been subjected to the smell that filled it.  Gross.  But, lo and behold, as I unloaded everyone from the car, the stinky culprit turned out to be Leo.  That's right, the tiny smiley pipsqueak in the back seat.  And when I asked him if this was, in fact, the case, the little guy simply said 'Uhhhh yeah!'  Granted, he says this about everything:
'Leo, is mama beautiful?' 
'Uhhh, yeah!' 
'Leo, it is time for a nap.' 
'Uhhh,  yeah!' 
'Leo, stop taking Emilia's puzzle pieces and chomping on them.' 
'Uhhh, yeah!
The little guy has had a lot to say the past few weeks.  So has Emilia, for that matter.

The two of them sat in the tub a little while later, and Emilia announced that 'Leo is not my brother anymore.  He is a plant now.'  She then sat and watered him until he began to protest rather loudly.  'Emilia, stop pouring water on your brother's head.'  'He is a plant now.'  'Fine, but stop dumping water on him.'  'Plants need water, mama.'  And on it went.