I love the language of little ones, so much that it's difficult for me to correct them.
Aidan: Mama, grant me some cheese!
He means GRATE, but I always hear his words and suddenly the world around me is tinged with King Arthur tapestry-like colors and and I feel like replying something like, "With a hearty good will, gentle Sir!"
On a scarier note, Paddy had me read some Calvin and Hobbes comics to him and is now mimicking Calvin. I heard him bumping his way downstairs the other day saying, "Here comes the human slinky!" Kieron and I both zipped over to make sure he wasn't suiting the action to the words, and I heard Kieron explaining a moment later, "Things that work in comics don't always work in real life..." I think, I hope, Paddy already knows that.