Shopping list

When I picked the kids up from school today, Q had a common request: "I want to go to Target." So I asked him why we needed to go there and he answered (verbatim, because I was laughing so hard I immediately committed it to memory):

"we need, uh, dishes, and uh, baby uh pants, and uh wipes, and uh, juice boxes, and monster trucks!"

For the record, we need none of those things.

And baby pants? What the heck?