Nehemiah

Last night my mom (know by her grandchildren as "Gaga"), took Nehemiah out to her car to get him a piece of gum.  While out at the car they see Ruthie, our cat, laying in the grass.

My mom walks over to her and says, "Do you want to be petted Ruthie?"
Nehemiah, who is standing nearby, says in his deep boy voice, "Her don't talk, Gaga."
My mom laughed and reached out to greet and pet her.
Nehemiah said again, "Her don't talk."

3 year olds rule.