on wanting more friends:
(points to dead bug on play mat) "mommy, can i have a play date with dat bug soon?"
on needing to poop:
"there's a mystery in my tush! i don't yike mysteries. i want a diaper with no mysteries!"
when the cat walks by him and accidentally brushes against his leg:
"mommy, emmy gave me a yove snuggle!"
when he spots bean sleeping in the sunlight:
"oh, yook at dat precious dog!"
on his sister's tears:
"oh, mommy, does quinnie have some beers?" (no, bud, that would be daddy)
after farting, twice:
"daddy, my tush said 'woof! woof!'"
on the differences amongst his friends:
"mommy, my bad friends yive in de bad houses. my cool friends yive in de cool houses." (um, okay?)
on colin's singing:
"daddy, you're not very good at dat song i sink."
on colin's singing:
"daddy, you're not very good at dat song i sink."
on the recent picture of him and quinn hung on the wall:
"mommy, i yove dat picture! dat's when me and quinn were happy!"
several times a day:
"i have a hangnail!" (stop everything!)
in a high-pitched, sing-songy voice, while snuggling dog bop:
"oh yes, dog boppie, i yove you! i yove you dog boppie! dog boppie, i'm your boy will!"
"oh, mommy, you better go get him."
when we began sleep training his sister:
"what the f**k is up with quinn?" (thanks for that one, daddy!)
every other moment of the day:
"mommy, you're a poopydoopsie! quinnie's a poopydoopsie! daddy's a poopydoopsie! bean's a poopydoopsie!" (forced, maniacal laughter follows)
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