Yesterday on the way to playgroup, I had this conversation with Ethan.
Ethan: I have a bicycle. (bicycle is a new vocabulary word for him)
Me: Yes, you do have a bicycle.
Ethan: Daddy has a bicycle.
Me: Yep, daddy has a bicycle.
Ethan: Emma has a big wheel.
Me: Is Emma's big wheel a bicycle or a tricycle?
Ethan: (Pause) Emma has a tricycle big wheel.
Me: That's right. Emma's big wheel is a tricycle. (Pause) What does mommy have?
Ethan: (Pausing, clearly stumped... thinking for a minute, then he finally has an answer.)
Ethan: Mommy has a sewing machine.
Apparently, according to the logic of a three-year-old... I don't need a bike, because I have a sewing machine. I'm rather tempted to agree.