So much for spelling

Yesterday when I was on the phone and Sully was up my butt to get on it and talk - I asked him to walk away because he was being a real bear with an attitude to boot.

"I don't like it when you talk sassy." I told him.

"I'm being a S-H-I-T." he retorted as he walked away from me up the stairs.

Yes, he spelled it out.

And yeh, yeh you are you little S-H-I-T.

You know everyone keeps telling me that he's too smart for his own good, too old for his little body, too big for his young age. Mouths drop when we say he's two (and a half)and it's always followed by the statement that we're in trouble. Like all the time.

I'm starting to believe them.

FML.