Wyatt One Liners

Now that Wyatt is speaking, really full-on sentences with backstories and imagination, he comes up with some doozies.  There are time when I start laughing for hours at the things he comes up with.  I have decided to dedicate some space for these jems.

We are down at the beach and Wyatt sees that the gate at the bottom of the dock is open.  This gate is never open to the public and he always grabs onto the chain link fence looking longingly at the boat slips.  Upon seeing the open gate, he proclaims "Holy Smoke-stackies!!"

"Wyatt, love, what would you like to do today?"
"Let's go on a mission."
"A mission to where?"
"It's a urprise." As he crouches down and does his sneaky walk, "Shhh, very quiet.  Moobie traps."

Its Earth Day.  Gammy is trying to explain to him about loving your planet, taking care of the plants, not flushing the toilet 12 hundred times.  He runs over to a tree in our backyard, throws his arms around it as far as they will go and says "Lobe you so much, tree."

We are getting ready to have our nightly read-in.  Wyatt is picking out books on the floor while I am changing into my pajamas.  I pulled off my bra and threw it on the floor. "What's that?"
"It's a bra."
"For your boobs?" Which leaves me wondering how the hell he knows that and making a mental note to ask Rebecca the next time she's home. "Yes" I respond hesitantly.
"It keeps your boobs all nice and....and...and....boob-ery."  Then I laughed so hard, Wyatt asked me if I was ok.

"Pa, do you love cranes and diggers and forklifts and backhoeises." As his voice gets higher and higher, his excitement palpable, rubbing his hands like a maniac.

He sees a Blimp or Zeppelin in the sky.  He points then throws his hands up saying "What?!?  Why is that submarine in the air?  That's silly."

Wyatt is clearly about to poop in his pants.  "Come on, honey.  Lets go to the potty."
"Doing nuffing.  Nuffing.  Just a little toodles."
"Come on.  Let's go really quick."  As I scoop him up in my arms.  Once situated and I have been reading to him for about 10 minutes, I broach the topic again. "Are you doing poo-poos?"
"No, sorry.  No poo-poos.  Its stuck.  Just some pee-pees and a little toodles."

"Wy, what are you doing?"

"I'm bulldozering."  Another answer on another day, "I'm cherry pickering."

We are singing songs in the car going to the store.  I asked him to sing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat".  He pauses, repeats what I've just sang, then taps one finger to his forehead a few times.  "I can't remember," and shrugs his shoulders.

"Are you going to cuddle with me Momma?"  Melt my heart.