Santi-isms

Coming back from Santi's school, I have to fight against him falling asleep in the car, so I ask him lots of things, try to maintain something faintly similar to a "conversation". Here's the exchange, brief and to the point, that we had just the other day.

P: "What did you eat Santi?"

S: "Oh, I don't know mommy."

P: "Who didn't go to school today?"

S: "Bruno."

P: "Did anyone go to the thinking chair?"

S: "Isabella."

P: "Why?"

S: "Mommy, please don't talk." And with that he folded his arms behind his head and started dozing off.