Lyle: Mommy, afore we go open Baxter’s presents [note the use of “we”], I need you to come downstairs to find Chick Hicks with me!
Me: Okay, Lyle. I just need to use the bathroom first, and then I’ll go downstairs with you.
Lyle [whining]: Nooooo! Go downstairs first!!
Me: Lyle! If I don’t use the bathroom first, I’ll have an accident! [Trying to model not waiting so damn long to go to the bathroom…]
Lyle [thinks about this and then says impatiently]: Just put on a pull-up, Mommy. Let’s go!
If you’ve been reading this blog for more than, oh, let’s say a week, you’ll know that Lyle is all about the movie CARS. And I do mean, all about it.
When Matt asked him what he wanted for breakfast the other day, Lyle replied with a surly, “I eat losers for breakfast.”
Later that evening, Lyle wiped out while running down our long upstairs hallway. He jumped back up and started running again, declaring, “I’m back in the race!”
Too good to be true.