Daddy: Dexy, do you want to wear a pajama shirt to bed?
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mommy: Okay, okay. But you can just say, “no, thank you.”
Me: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! I don’t WANT to say “no thank you.” I want to say “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Daddy: Dexy, do you want to wear a pajama shirt to bed?
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mommy: Okay, okay. But you can just say, “no, thank you.”
Me: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! I don’t WANT to say “no thank you.” I want to say “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
I’m playing with my letters & numbers magnets and recite what I’ve placed down on the floor: F 3 5 H 7.
Me: F 3 5 Helipad 7.
I’m drinking amazing, delicious chocolate milk at the table.
Me: Chocolate milk grows on chocolate milk trees, and regular milk grows on regular milk trees.
Mommy and I are playing with trains and I feel like making small talk.
Me: What is cinnamon?
Mommy: It’s a spice. It’s the brown stuff I put in my oatmeal.
Me: Cinnamon looks like poop.
I’m sitting at the dinner table trying to do anything but eat, as usual. My typical strategy is to just talk non-stop about anything.
Me: A tow truck is towing a tow truck is towing a garbage truck is towing a fire truck is towing a table is towing a Mommy is towing a Daddy is towing a Chubs is towing a probiotic is towing a Lego car is towing a chocolate milk is towing a calendar is towing a shampoo is towing a wheel loader…
Mommy: Dexy, did you know that we’re moving into a new house soon?
Me: Bring my white bag of cars!
Mommy: Yeah, we’ll bring all of your cars.
Me: (Pointing to my big red Ferrari) Bring that car.
Mommy: Yep, we’ll bring that car.
Me: Bring my blankie.
Mommy: Yeah, we’re bringing your blankie.
Me: (Pointing to something laying in the corner) Bring that thing.
Mommy: Yeah. We’ll bring your pajama pants.
Mommy and Daddy are talking to each other in the kitchen.
Me: No talk, Mommy!
Mommy: Hey, I’m a person. Sometimes I talk to other people.
Me: No! You not a person anymore!
Yesterday was my last day of school! I’m freeeeee!!!
On the way to our car before school, I heard a baby crying. Mommy asked me why I thought he was crying. I said, “Prob’ly because it’s Monday and he doesn’t want to go to school. He just wants to stay home and play with cars.”
Mommy is putting on my hooded sweatshirt before going out to the park.
Mommy: Dexy, I think we need to get you a new sweatshirt. This one’s getting too small. You’re getting bigger.
Me: I’m getting bigger! I can drink beer now!
I am going through Mommy’s wallet and look at a five dollar bill.
Me: What is this apartment?
Mommy: That’s called the Lincoln Memorial.