He never ceases to amuse me..
A: I’m almost three.. then… NO MORE NONNIES!! But I’m two. So I
can have nonnies. But when I’m three, NO MORE NONNIES!
(said with the arm motion like an umpire calling a runner safe on base.. both arms spread out when he says "no more nonnies")
A: Mom, can you honk your horn?
Me: No Austin, it’s not very nice to honk your horn so I’m
not going to.
A: Oh. People, move outta da way!!
A: Mom, are they a bad dwiver?
Me: Who?
A: The cars or da twucks… Are they bad dwivers??
A: What’s this?
Me: Mascara. It makes my eyelashes pretty.
A: I don need mascwrara
Me: That’s right. You have beautiful lashes. Some girl
someday is going to fall in love with you because of those lashes.
A: When I get big an I get mareweed I wear mascrwara on my
eyebrwows.
Me: Umm.. ok.. you do that.
Me: I’m sorry your tummy hurt tonight. Do you feel better?
A: mm-hmm
A: We don put our hands in our poop. Das icky
A: Hey, WE eat potatoes! (out of the blue, it was silent in the car… we were not talking about potatoes)
A: Grease is slippery (also said in the car, out of the blue)
A:Hi Mommy… I missed you today…
A: Baby Owen don eat food.. he eats milk from your boo-boos. I a big boy, so I eat food.
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