Upon finding that my Thanksgiving centerpiece has bite marks in it:
Me: “Stephen, did you eat Mommy’s decoration?”
Stephen: “Steben eat Mommy’s decaton! Nummy nummy!”
Stephen plays with his panda bear and says, “Mommy, panda bear tail!” as he points out the tail.
“Where is your tail?” I ask.
“Mommy, Steben no tail,” he responds, patting his bottom. “Steben hab a penis.” He pats his crotch.
Stephen joins us in bed on Saturday morning. He snuggles into the covers, puts his nose right on mine, and whispers, “Mommy change your diaper please. Poo-poos eeeww.”
“Time to get dressed!” I say.
“No! Be naked boy!” He cries, and runs away as fast as he can.
And my favorite: Stephen runs to me and throws his arms around my neck. “I love you, Mommy,” he says.