This morning I had a 2 year old running a duplo car up my arm. She just handed me the duplo grandma and said, "Buckle Up!"
Me: How many toes do you have?
#4: Same as everybody else! THiwateen!
and speaking of counting the other day he said to his sister, "Wiggga, you don't know how to count collectly." (correctly)
#2: Mom we are out of Arm and Shoulders shampoo.
#1: Mom, he is verblickly abusing me.
#2: Is this Hagen Daz sauce? (when we were having eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce.)
#1 and 2 were taking Legos away from #4. He came to us crying, "DEY WOBBAS!" and had a melt down. Isn't it good to know that your elder brothers are robbers?