Morris: “Mommy?”
Me: “Yes, Morris?”
Morris: “Mommy?”
Me: “Yes, Morris?”
Morris: “Mommy?”
Me: “Yes, Morris?”
Morris: “Mommy?”
Me: “Yes, Morris?”
Morris: “Mommy?”
Me: “YES, Morris?”
Morris: “I so funny?”
Me: “Yes, Morris, you’re so funny.”
Morris: “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Morris, while I’m changing his dirty diaper: “Mom, I love my poo.”
Me: “Oh you do, do you?”
Morris: “Mm hmm. Want to hug it.”
Me: “Really.”
Morris: “Mm hmm. Want to smell it.”
Me: “You want to smell it.”
Morris: “I want to smell it! I want to smell it! I want to smell it!”
Me: “Okay, okay! There. Can you smell it?”
Morris: “Mm hmm.”
Me: “Pretty stinky, huh?”
Morris: “Pretty stinky.”
Milo: “I like nature. Nature’s cute.”
Morris: “Mommy, may I get down?”
Me: “Yes, you may.”
Morris: “I may?”
Me: “Yes, you may.”
Morris: “I may?”
Me: “Yes, you may.”
Morris: “I may?”
Me: “YES, you may.”
Morris: “I not may! I Morris.”
Me, reading “Go, Dog Go!”: “Look at those dogs go! Why are they going so fast in those cars? What are they going to do? Where are those dogs going?”
Morris: “To the ferry!”
Morris, coming into my bed this morning: “Hi, mommy!”
Me: “Hello, my little cuddle bun.”
Morris: “Noooooooooooooooo!”
Me: “What? What’s wrong?”
Morris: “I’m not bun! I’m hot dog!”
Milo, to Morris: “You are an eyeball chicken in a tutu.”
Morris: “Mommy, where we going?”
Me: “We’re going to the mall to get a few groceries.”
Morris: “Mommy, where we going?”
Me: “To the mall. We need to pick up some food.”
Morris: “Mommy, where we going?”
Me: “To the mall.”
Morris: “Mommy, where we going?”
Me: “THE MALL.”
Morris: “Mommy, where we going?”
Me: “To the moon, Morris. We’re going to the moon.”
Morris: “No we not. We going to the mall.”
Morris: “I’m naked! I’m naked! I’m naked! And I’m jumping on your bed! AH HA HA HA HA!”
Morris, standing beside my chair in the living room: “Can you hear it, Mom?”
Me: “Hear what?”
Morris: “Can you hear the poop coming out of my bum?”
