Before I forget....
When we were in Des Moines, the boys loved riding on the elevator up to our hotel room. Out of nowhere, Eli started calling it a crocodile. It took us a while to figure out what he was talking about. We corrected him many times, but never really understood what he was saying after we would say "elevator, not crocodile." Then we figured it out. He was confusing elevator and alligator which is why he was calling the elevator a crocodile!
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