SJ: Remember we raked the yard yesterday John? The wind blew more leaves and you can't tell now.
J: Mommy needs a bag. (He helps me stand up the tall yard waste bags when we rake.)
SJ: Mommy needs a yard boy.
J: I a yard boy!
John is drinking from a cup without a lid, and we've talked about how careful he must be. Yesterday at breakfast:
J: Where's my milk? (a la Al Bundy)
SJ: John, that's not how you ask for milk.
J: Where's my milk please Mommy?
SJ: Here you go.
J: Be careful, Mommy. Be big careful!
And his favorite phrase these days after he's done something that's not funny at all--"That funny!?" and everything is silly.
SJ: John, be gentle with your brother.
J: Ha! That funny, Mommy?
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At the table...
J: Silly chip in my milk! How'd that chip get in there?
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While playing basketball...
J: Silly basketball go in the basket! That funny!
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