Conversations with my son

Dallin in August right before a much needed haircut

 I'm thoroughly enjoying my little chatterbox and all the phrases he comes up with...here's a few nuggets for your enjoyment...

Dallin (exclaims): I pooped!!!
Me (thinking of the many times he HAS pooped in his underwear): YOU POOPED?!!! 
Dallin (matter-of-fact): I pooped gas.

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Me: Are you my sweet Dallin?

Dallin:  No, I a bad guy.

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Landon: You have a nice mommy, huh.

Dallin: Yes. (pauses, turns to me)  You not a bad guy, you my mommy!

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Dallin (calling from downstairs):  Mommy, I can't see you in the face!

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Me and Landon talking about who lives where in my parents' neighborhood

Dallin: What you guys talking?

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Dallin trying to tickle Landon's rear end

Landon: Please stop, Dallin!

Dallin: Ewww!  Uckies!  Stinkies there!

(note: stinkies are poop.  poop is gas.)

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Dallin running upstairs with a fistful of jelly bellies to tell me he went stinkies on the potty

Dallin: Make Mommy Daddy happy!

(Definitely.)