Conversations with Mac

I need a napkin for my burp.

I need to flush my fart.

Daddy’s truck stinks because he farts in it.

Look at my weewee

Let me tell you the ingredients.

Mommy, I go to sleep now. I see my friends at Miss Erica's tomorrow. Turn light off.

I don't want you to sneeze or have boogers, Mommy. I bring you my animals and check on you later.

Mommy, I bring you flowers.

Daddy, I am Mommy’s zookeeper.

That’s not a hamburger, that’s a Bubba Burger.

It smells like a fart, excuse you daddy.

Look at my weewee dance. 

Me: Mac, did you fall on your forehead?

Mac: No, I fall on my face.