Sully speak

• Around 11PM at night from a dead sleep. "Dad you want me to tell you something ... I just saw a giraffe. He was really tall."

• At the dinner table ... "Look at me and tell me about your day Daddy, in words." 

• Singing "Sally the Camel" in the car I thought I'd change it up and sing "Sully the Camel". I got through the first line and he screamed from his car seat ... "I'm NOT a camel! I'm a boy! I don't have hooves and don't you see my hair?!"

• At Starbucks, drinking coffee with my sister and Sully, I asked him to get down from the brick wall. He came up to me and said "Yeh, well, your butt is a penis. You're a penis-butt!"

• Watering outside I sprayed him with the hose ... "Stop it you stinky brat! I'm telling my dad on you when he gets home!"

• Holding my phone "Can I call Daddy? He's my boy."

• To my sister holding her keys "Can I drive your car home?" My sister "You're not old enough yet" Sully "BUT I GOT BIGGER!"

• Holding a Wall-E balloon and singing in  the store "WALL-E POP WALL-E POP, Oh Wall-e Wall-e, Wall-e POP!"

• In garage getting ready to leave he was "naughty" talking. No F-Bombs or anything, just stuff about kicking people, which I generally don't like. Pretty positive he picks it up from the older boys he plays with at school because we monitor what he gets to watch on TV. He's come away with some lovely gems from school. Guess you take the pros with the cons. ANYWAYS .... I get down to tell him what he's saying isn't cool, and I can tell he's scared. I tell him "You're not in  trouble, but I need you to look at me" and a grin wiped over his face and within a second he had his pants and underwear pulled down with his bare butt in my face yelling "Well then look at my booty!" I tried ... I tried so hard to keep a straight face but I couldn't. All I could think about was the years of pulled shenanigans I subjected my parents to to avoid trouble (It worked). Apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess. I suck at this whole straight-faced discipline thing!

• Holding up his Stanley Playoff puck we got him that he asked his Daddy a display case for. "You can look at it Mom, but don't touch it. DON'T TOUCH IT - you could scratch it!." (I'd like to point out this thing has been hit, slapped, thrown, kicked and shuffled against walls, stairs, grass, dirt ...etc) Guess his apples don't fall far from his dad's tree either.