Ok, Jesse!

This afternoon in the bedroom, beside Jesse while he eats his apple:

(spitting noises)
"Jesse! What are you doing?!"
He quickly covers part of the bed with a blanket, which I proceed to move. But before the situation registers,
"There was peanuts in that apple."
The bed is strewn with seeds.


This evening in the car, after a minute or two of silence:

"Dad, do you ever shoot mean robots?"
"No, I've never shot a mean robot... Have you?"
"Yeah. I shoot them with big circles and little circles, (I can only figure he's referring to his disc gun). ...And I punch them in the face."
(More silence...)
"Ok, weirdo."