It's been a long time since I've put together a post of the things my son says (see Part I and Part II), so here you go:
Me: Do you want to have a little brother or sister?
Toot: No.
Me: Do you want mommy to have a baby?
Toot: No.
Uh-oh, we have 36-weeks to change his tune!
After a sweaty workout, I sat down beside my son on the couch and put my arm around him.
Toot: Pew.
Me: Do I need a shower?
Toot: Yes. Shower.
Gee, thanks for the subtlety kid.
Me: Since when are you allowed to (fill in the blank)?
Toot: Daddy.
Me: No, your father did not say you could do that.
Me: You're not just going to eat cookies for lunch.
Toot: Daddy?
Me: No, your father does not let you eat cookies instead of meals.
Toot: Ama. (Grandma)
Me: Well, Grandma might, but I'm Mama.
The family was watching a football game on television and, when they showed a close up of the players, he said, "Oh, hi guys!"
Whenever he sees a "W"
Toot: W says Pets!
(as in, W stands for Wonder Pets)
Toot: Tie-tie (tired).
Me: Are you tired, honey?
Toot: No.
Me: Of course not.
My son fell down in front of our house several weeks ago and he skinned his elbow enough that I gave him a bandage. He woke up the next morning saying that he got a boo-boo because he fell near the house. The actual quote was, "boo-boo fall house," but I thought it would be handy to give the translation. Anyway, I called my husband so that our son could tell his father about the boo-boo. I asked the boy how he got his boo-boo and he said, "Daddy." He still talks about his boo-boo every once in awhile and he alternately blames my car, my husband's car, and one of his Aunts.
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