Dash was saying that there was something he wasn’t going to do. His word for that is “willn’t.” “I willn’t eat that cookie.” for example. I mean, really, when you consider all the other contractions we use on a daily basis, “won’t” makes no sense at all.

Dash came downstairs while I was making myself some breakfast. There’s a giant bag of mini eggs on the counter and upon spying them he said “Are the mini eggs open?” “Yes, but you can’t have any right now.” “Why?” “It’s breakfast time. Mini eggs are a treat, not breakfast.” Thinking he’d...

Me: it tastes great, I swear. Dash: I swear, darn it.

Every night when Dash is heading to sleep, he likes to tell me to “stand right there.” so I stand nearby while he falls asleep. Tonight as I was walking down the stairs he told me to “have fun standing.”

Daddy, mommy’s arguing with me!

“Here’s the remote mommy, so we can watch Harry Potter now. Here’s the remote, mommy, you can put on Harry Potter now if you want. “

Me: oh Aphra aren’t you such a chunky monkey! And what about you, are you a Dashiellmonkey? Dash: no I am not, mommy! I am a Dah.Shell.BEAR!

Dash was busy making way too much annoying, repetitive noise in the car, so I told him to stop and be quiet. He asked why, and I said, you’re making me crazy! “I’m not making you crazy mommy.””Yes you are.””No I am not. I said GOOD DAY SIR mommy.”

I like when he learns language things. Today he told me something was interesting. I said, oh yeah, it’s interesting, eh? And he said no, it’s outeresting.