On Monday, Mason and Bree finally got the chance to spend the Christmas money they received from Grandma and Grandpa Wallace (our local Walmart has a small selection of toys on a good day, so you can imagine how barren the toy shelves were after Christmas). Bree came home with a big, beautiful selection of new Barbie clothes, and Mason bought a space station, astronauts and aliens to go with the shuttle set he'd gotten from Santa. They have been playing with their new acquisitions non-stop since bringing them home.
Yesterday Mason had one of the new astronauts in his hand when he came up to me as I was making dinner:
Mason: This guy's from outispace
Me: He's from out-er space?
Mason: No, out-his space. This guy is from out-his space.