Me: Joe-Joe- do you have to go pee pee on the potty?]
Joseph: No, Mama- pee pee is gone.
Me: Where did pee-pee go?
Joseph: Pee-pee is IN my pee-pee. Pee-pee is happy.
(Looking out the window at our neighbor)
Joseph: Hi, Man! Man...hello! What you doing, Man?
(Looking at our wedding picture.)
Joseph: Mama and Dada!
Me: Yes, that's right! Do you like Mama's princess dress?
Joseph: No- Mama's a QUEEN!
Me: Mama's a queen?! Is Daddy a king?
Joseph: No- Daddy's a queen, too.
Joseph: Mama, you'e a Pirate Mama. ARRR!
Joseph: Joe-Joe is a BIG boy. Deedee is a BABY. (Dee-dee means David.)
After a giant hail storm, a leak appeared in the ceiling of Joseph's room right over his bed. This is a conversation we had two mornings later.
Joseph: Mama- it rained on me. (as he points to the ceiling.)
Me: Honey, it didn't rain.
Joseph: (Adamantly.) It RAINED on me!
(He wet through his Pull-Up....so much for blaming it on the
(After David emitted a LOUD bout of gas)
Joseph: EWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Deedee tooted in the butt. BAD Deedee.
(WHERE did he hear that?!?)