SAM (discussing a large project): “This is definitely not freshed.”
ME: “Erm? What do you mean?”
SAM: “Freshed. It means ‘cut.’”
ME (not getting it): “Well, ‘fresh’ means ‘new,’ but I guess if you mean something like ‘fresh-cut flowers’…”
SAM: “No! As in, ‘I freshed the wheat!’”
Oh. Threshed. 
Those “th” sounds still sneak up on us sometimes.
Also:
SAM: “Mom, I love you. You’re my best…well, no. I love Jesus the best. But you’re my number two BFF.”
ME: “Aw, I love you, too.”
SAM: “I don’t even know what ‘BFF’ means, but you’re still mine.”
In the meantime, my other little boy, who struggles with every fiber of his being at every waking moment to measure up to his big brother, goes and finds an old picture frame with Sam’s face in it to carry around with him when Sam’s at school.
And if that doesn’t make your teeth hurt, you’re a stronger person than I.
Oh my goodness, the sweetness.
Ack..sugar coma! So sweet!
Oh, they are, the both of them, darling.
Gabe’s sweet face there. . .
*sneefle*
Hurt my teeth? My teeth fell out upon seeing that picture!
That is too stinkin’ sweet! Aren’t you proud that Sam loves Jesus the most?
Ahhh! Gabe with that picture is so sweet I could fall over from a sugar coma.
And Sam with the BFF is so funny I actually snorted.
My teeth are ACHING from the sweetness! That picture is so sweet that *I* want to hang it up on my fridge and he’s not even my child!