Trying to use the potty the other day, Boyo looked up at me confused. "Momma, it's not raining out my penis!" he whined.
My son throws "actually" around now -- before every sentence, I get an "Atully."
"Atully, Momma, I want candy. Please."
"Atully, Momma, I eat no dinner."
"Atully, Momma, NO."
The other day, after I lost it and yelled at my son to "GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW IF HE KNEW WHAT WAS GOOD FOR HIM!", he looked up at me and said, "Okay all right all right, Momma! You no use beast voice! You ask nice!"
"Mommy, can I have an W2D2 birthday cake?"
"Kiddo, I think that is outside of Mommy's skill set."
"Can I have a yo-yo one then?"
"Buddy, why are we talking about this? Your birthday is 10 months away."
"Atully, Momma, it's tommowow."