Ice Cream Clouds

Troy: “I see the giant giraffe, dada! Look at him!”

Me: “I see him. He has his tongue out, licking something. What do you think he’s licking?”

Troy: “The clouds.”

Me: “Makes sense. What do you think clouds taste like?”

Troy: “Ice cream.”

Me: “Yum, ice cream. Maybe one day we can taste a cloud too.”