While racing back and forth in his grandparents hallway William explained to his Uncle Brett that he can go so fast because he has blasters on his bum. He is obsessed with rockets. Obviously.
Fast forward about a month.
William is playing with his Aunt Sara. He is laying prone across her lap, trying to escape, and exclaims, "Sara, my blasters are blowing on you!"
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After dinner one evening William was sitting at the table and whining about something. What? Who knows. Who cares. Brandon and I were in the kitchen and we proceeded to whine back at him. We whined. We fussed. We complained.
William just stared at us with wide eyes and said, "Mommy and Daddy, stop it. You are being bad examples to me."
3 comments:
This boy of yours has frankness down to a science! He makes me laugh.
hahahaha -- I love it. Bad examples . . . wow. This kid is good :)
Ha ha ha!
P.S. Has he seen Astro Boy? If not, he would totally relate to it!
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