Another small communication explosion

I marvel at Johnny's mind sometimes. On Monday on the way home he said "No, we do not go home. We need to get diesel for your car." It has been over a week since we've put diesel in, nowhere near where we were, and I cannot fathom the trigger for this.

He has been telling more stories. I like his stories. He made the most of the tornado warnings with "The siren made a noise. We need to go in the basement with a flashlight." He told everyone. Repeatedly. Sometimes he'd trip up on the words and give away his age. He also tells me about his day at school now.