Wyatt One Liners - Yummy!

We are driving home in the car around 1pm.  I bought a pack of M&M's and I am trying to keep him awake until we get home. (He has a huge problem with falling asleep with in the car when we are 2 minutes away from home.) I explained that M&M's taste really good but they don't give him energy or make him bigger.
"But they're yummy."
"Yeah, Bud.  But they're not good for you so just a few."  He goes quiet and continues to eat them.  A few minutes later I turn and he's got chocolate dripping down his face.
"Hey. Can Momma have a red one?"
"I found one." He passes a red one up.
"Can Momma have a yellow one?"
"Mom, there not really good for you. You will get a tummy ache."
I laughed; my own logic begin used against me.  After a while I asked again for another one to no response.  When I turned to look, he was sound asleep clutching his bag of M&M's and covered in chocolate.

We were at a restaurant and the waitress asked Wyatt's name.  She mentioned that her nephew is also named Wyatt.  Wyatt prompt yells out "Two Wyatt's? That's crazy!"  I don't think he has ever met someone else named Wyatt or had heard of anyone else.  It took me a long time to convince him that there was only one him but others with his name.  He still thinks its crazy.

While in Colorado, we were having tiramisu for dessert that was artfully crafted into a pyramid.  Also, it was absolutely delicious.  The chef placed one in front of Wyatt, then asked what I would like.  "I'll have the tiramisu too, please.".
"Mom!  You're getting the pyramid too?"
"The tiramisu.  Yes."
He turns to the boy sitting next to him and says, "She's having the pyramid too!!"

We are playing and Wyatt rips this huge fart. "Mom, get out your gas mask! I did a big toodles!"  Another classic Wyatt-ism is when the dog farts and he implored us to "light a candle in here."

I was making dinner, a honey hosin chicken thing, that was smelling pretty good.  Wyatt was upstairs playing with his trains.  He comes barreling down and smashed into my legs by the stove. "Mom!  What is the yummy smell?"  I explained and he went back upstairs without a word.  He didn't even try it.  I had to make him fish sticks.