My son. My sweet, brilliant, excitable, maddening, funny, funny six-year old child. Oh, how you make me laugh.
Last night (setting the scene): Time for D. to go to bed. Has not brushed teeth. Despises brushing teeth. Mom tells him to go brush teeth. D. slams both hands down on his lap simultaneously in frustration.
Me: (obviously sarcastic) "ooh, knick-knack, paddy-wack. Is that what you're wanting to play?"
D: "no, I'm playing knick-knack MAD-ee-wack."
Oh yeah. Those teenage years are gonna be a breeze.