Mom: Kay, you try that one.
Timont: No! Too big! Small one.
Mom: Okay, Timont try small one.
R: Carry?
Timont: No! Mama carry
- Mom puts him on horse.
Timont: Mama hold Timont!
Timont: Don't want! Timont scared!
Pop and Mom: Okay, when Timont is bigger alright?
Timont: I want this one!
- Mom puts him on again
Timont: No! Timont scared!
Mom: Okay, let's go
- As they were walking away,
Timont: (Points at the black horse) Small one!
- Mom puts him on again
Timont: No Timont scared! Don't want.
His voice is soooo cute. And with that, I'll name my son Timont.

