There are things I'm starting to get sick of hearing. Like my one year-old daughter saying, "I want DAT!" every three seconds. Or that host on The Bachelor saying, "Ladies, this is the last rose of the evening." As if the idiot girls can't count to one! (Which, now that I think about it, wouldn't be all that surprising.) Well, my son is probably sick of hearing us say certain things to him too. In fact, I know he's sick of it (you're right, that's a pretty good lead-in for a cute kid story).
Yesterday, my son got frustrated with his little sister because she was spilling something. And instead of saying something normal for a three year-old, he said, "Madeleine, it's stuff like this that I'm talking about!" And I'll give you two guesses where he heard that from (Hint: her name rhymes with "Smommy").
And last week, we went out to eat at a restaurant. My son knocked his chocolate milk to the ground. It leaked a little, but the lid stayed on. But he threw his napkin down on the table as hard as he could and yelled, "Are you KIDDING me?!" It was very loud and very embarrassing and very hilarious. And I'll give you another two guesses where he heard that one (Hint: she's married to a Dan Aykroyd look-alike).