R: "Joseph, you need to sleep in your bed by yourself, because you are a big boy."
J: "But, but, you get daddy with you!"
"I'm not a mind-reader!"
"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? . . ."
"I'm going to the store to buy boobies."
R: "Remember Joseph, you can be a big boy and use the potty today."
J: "Then I ride the school bus and go to school?"
"You a poopy-butt." (This was kind of funny until he said it to gram at Thanksgiving, now I tell him that no one wants to play with him if he talks like that. That stops him.)
"You have pretty hair on you momma."
About our kitties Mischa and Margo, "He's my brother and she's my mommy." Also, "I want to be a kitty!" "I have fur," "I want to be naked like kitties!" and, "he's not talking to me!"
"I'm frustrated mommy."
He asks all the time, "who bought that?" about everything, "what's his/her name?" about everyone, and "whose car is that?" about lots of cars.
"I want that and that and that and that and that . . ."
R: "Can you go see if the christmas tree needs water?"
J goes and stands in front of the tree and asks, "Do you need water?" He then tells me that it does.
"It's next Halloween!" He really, really loved Halloween and is very much anticipating next years festivities. For both Thanksgiving and Christmas I have had to convince him that we are not dressing up as monsters and are also not going trick-or-treating.
J: "I go trick-or-treating."
R: "No, Joseph, it's not Halloween it's Thanksgiving. No one is going trick-or-treating."
J: "I go trick-or-treating by myself!"