Ryker and the Pharmacist

Ryker was with me at Walgreens the other night. The friendly pharmacist struck up a conversation with him.

Pharmacist: And what's YOUR name?

Ryker: Wykuh.

P: Michael?

Me: No, Ryker.

P: Oh, that's a nice name. How old are you?

Ryk: Free (unfolding three of his fingers with his other hand)
(while he's answering)
P: Five?

Me: No, three.

P: THREE?!

Me: Yes. He's big.

P: But your birthday is soon.

Ryk: Not for couple munfs.

P: Oh. And do you have any brothers or sisters?

Ryk: Nope. (plain as day)

P: Oh.

Me: (flicking him in the head) You do TOO.

Ryk: Yeah, I have one brudder. His name Sassin. He tell me what to do.