Willisms

Sometimes when your child has a really yucky nose and a hacking cough, you have to focus on those little things that make them special rather than their adorable face. (Because seriously Will, you're cute, but I just can't look at you right now!)

Yesterday I told him, "I love you a million billion zillion." He said, " No Mom, I'm Will Bentley."

At our new place the neighbors have a dog that barks over the fence at Scooter. Will stands on the porch and very loudly yells "Quiet!" to our new furry neighbor.

He doesn't like it if I say the baby is Mommy's baby. "No, Mom, it's my baby." Actually, he says this about pretty much anything that you say is anyone else's, so I guess it really isn't that noteworthy. I still think it's fun to argue with him sometimes.

He now says "Excuse me" when he passes gas or burps. We're on our way to a polite little boy. Do you know a two year old that does this? (Okay, besides James Robinson...) If one of us passes gas, he says "excuse you."

He likes it when we do his hair so that he looks "handsome like James." (That being little cousin James, not Uncle James- although you are also handsome).

Sometimes Will tells you what something is. If you try to correct you he squishes his little face up and says, "No, it's not." As if he already knows everything there is to know about this world.