I’ve got to start keeping track of these on one easy page…
5/7/09: (When he hears Matt peeing in the toilet) Woah. WOAH. It’s raining! (And he runs to open the curtains and look at the “rain.”)
5/8/09: <Turns to Matt in the middle of dinner> I kiss nose? Ha’ birfday, nose!
5/13/09: Mama, can I wake up your boobies?
6/14/09: My cheerios need a yoga mat. (This as he gets a placemat to put under his cereal.)
6/18/09: I’m going to get a cold beer. (After he carries his lunchbox up to the sitter’s and sets it down. Hot morning, hard work!)
6/18/09: This isn’t something he said, but I told him to brush his bottom teeth, and he stuck the toothbrush in his rear.
6/23/09: Bye-bye water! Going to the ocean! (as his bath was draining)
7/14/09: Oh my god! It’s a calladium!
7/15/09: <Grabs a hold of my fashion magazine and turns to a Guess ad> Mama, that lady’s boobies are coming out!
8/6/09: Why is the moon chasing us, Mom?!
