Dream big, buddy
Morris: “I want to be a Power Ranger. Then you wouldn’t hug me because I would have a sword.”
Morris: “I want to be a Power Ranger. Then you wouldn’t hug me because I would have a sword.”
Morris, watching a commercial on TV: “Are those mommies?”
Me: “Yes! And do you know what mommies love most of all?”
Morris: “What?”
Me: “Their little boys!”
Morris: “And boys love their hoses.”
Morris: “Mommy, I made a big tornado. I’m coming to warn you.”
Me: “Oh? What’s the tornado going to do?”
Morris: “It’s going to SUCK YOU UP.”
Me: “Then what is it going to do?”
Morris: “It’s going to bring you over to me!”
Me: “Oh, well that’s okay, then.”
Morris: “Know what I did in my potty?”
Morris: “I’m scared of my macaroni and cheese.”
Rob: “Why?”
Morris: “Because it’s going to eat my brain!”
Rob: “Oh no!”
Morris: “Don’t worry, Daddy. I just prefaking.”
Morris: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! No! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! STOOOOOOP!!!”
Morris: “Mommy, you’re Cyborg.”
Me: “Yeah! I’m Cyborg! I’m super strong and I have laser vision!”
Morris: “No, you’re Robin.”
Me: “I’m Robin! I’m super fast and really smart!”
Morris: “Yeah! And I’m Robin’s brother.”
Me: “Oh yeah? What’s your name?”
Morris: “I’m June 58!”
Morris: “Know what I did in my diaper?”
Morris, at around 10:00 a.m. on Mother’s Day: “Mommy, is it Boy Day now?”
Morris points to my dinner plate. “I took it!”
Me: “You took my plate?”
Morris nods. “I took it and put it in jail.”
Me: “Why did you put my plate in jail?”
Morris: “Because it’s a BAD GUY.”
Milo: “Yeah, Mom! It’s a Transformer robot that can turn into a plate and just roll away. And if you break it, it DIES.”