Morning Benjaminisms

My darling baby boy, the sweet spot of my heart, has a "wonderful" habit of waking me up in the morning as if the night of sleep had just been an interruption of a very important sentence. Erin seems to think that this is because he usually falls down from exhaustion around dinner time, sometimes face first on the living room floor after 12 straight hours of sound and movement, and so he probably does think he was in the middle of saying something important and then....wow, how did it get to be morning?!
So, my wake-up call each morning is varied and different each day...sometimes aggravating, usually entertaining, always too early. This week, my favorite went like this...

(Darkness, quiet, 6:45am)

Benjamin: (loudly and with purpose opening our bedroom door) Where is it?
Me: zzzzzzz
Benjamin: Where is it?
Me: (muffled under covers) Where is what?
Benjamin: My diesel!
Me: (amazing myself with my powers of recall, obviously culled from years of this)
Daddy put it over there - you left it on our bed
Benjamin: (smiling) OH!
Benjamin for the next 5 minutes: CHOO CHOO!
Me: Benjamin, please be quiet
Me: BENJAMIN, BE QUIET
Me: BENJAMIN, PLEASE LET US SLEEP!
Benjamin: I want a corn dog

Arggghhhhhhhh......