My son cracks me up on a daily basis. Here are a few things he's said lately:
Me: "Brenden can you say 'Hello' in Spanish?"
Brenden: "Hello in Spanish!"
Me: *laughing* "Touche. Can you say 'Hola'?"
Brenden: "Hola. Como estas?"
Me: "Seriously? Thanks Handy Manny!"
Me: "Brenden, it's time to get up. We're late for t-ball!" (Note: He loves t-ball.)
Brenden: *yawns* " I don't want to go. Getting up makes me feel bad. This makes me feel better." *pulls blanket over his head*
Me: "You are 3, not 13, this is not allowed!"
Me: "Brenden, where do Gigi and Poppy live?"
Me: "They live where LuLu and Jim live. Where is that?"
Brenden: .... *grunts*
Me: "Brenden, do you know?"
Brenden: "Mommy, I don't want to talk to you. I want to look out the window."
My silly boy.