This weekend, Baby R had some great one-liners for us; particularly me.
After one of his naps this weekend, he came in to sit beside of me on my bed. He snuggled up to my side and rested for a few moments. Then, we had the following conversation:
Baby R: "Do you have your hair in a ponytail?"
Me: "Um, yeah."
Baby R: "Put it down now! You know I don't like your hair in ponytails, Mommy!"
Me: "Okay, crazy boy."
After a few more moments...
Me: "Is this better?"
Baby R: "Yeah, but now let me smell your hair."
After sniffing my hair, he looks at me suspiciously...
Me: "Well, what does my hair smell like?"
Baby R: "Your hair smells like poptarts."
And then he gives me the cheesiest grin ever!
The 2nd situation came when we were watching Ratatouille for the 8,000th time. I looked at Baby R and said, "When you get bigger will you take Mommy to Paris, France?"
Baby R: "No way!"
Me: "Why not?"
Baby R: "Because I don't want to go."
After a few moments of serious thinking on his part...
Baby R: "Daddy and I will drop you off at Paris and then come back and pick you up."