I Need A Column Dedicated To Hunter's Mouth

So, I don't know where my dear, sweet child comes up with this stuff. He's a sassy little thing. I try to punish him for his little outbursts, but my discipline is muffled by my laughter, making it pretty unsuccessful.

I was out watering my garden today.....you know, Tanner on one hip, hose in the other hand (my brothers will appreciate that I truly am a redneck now). Anyway, Hunter was over playing in the dirt. I said something to him, he turns around, and I see that his face is covered in dirt. It looked like he'd face planted in it, which he hadn't. So, I confusedly ask him how he got dirt all over his face. And do you know what he says? He looks at me, all snotty-like, and says, "It doesn't matter!" I said, "What did you say?" (Because I truthfully was baffled and confused) and so he yells even louder, "It doesn't matter, Mommy!" That was three hours ago and he is still refusing to tell me how all of that dirt got on his face. Not that it matters at this point, it's been removed, but I would sure as heck like to know what the big secret is.....and where my 2 year old learned a phrase like that! Oh boy, it is definitely going to be a long, hard road.

And P.S., any time anyone drops anything or Tanner falls down or whatever, he yells out, "Uh oh, Sghettios!" I'm pretty sure he picked this up from his Daddy, but I can't escape it. If I make one wrong move, I know it's coming. "Uh oh, sghettios!" It makes it that much better that he can't properly say Spaghetti-o's.

Oh, and so as not to neglect my dear, sweet Tanner, I can't say that the things he learns are much better. I mean, the majority of the time he's just all over the house yelling, "No Way!" (which he learned from Hunter who is always scolding him). "Tanner, do you want some milk?" "No Way!" he yells while diving for the sippy cup. "Tanner, come see Mommy!" "No Way!" he yells while crawling as fast as he can. And sometimes he just mumbles it for long periods of time, like he's talking to himself. "No way, no way, no way......" If that wasn't bad enough (although unbelievably funny), yesterday he was sitting in his highchair and he could see our dog out the window. All of the sudden, he just starts yelling, "Sugie, Hi!" Her name's Sugar, but Kyle's very into babytalking and nicknaming our children and pets, so he calls her Sugies. Well, now so do my boys apparently. He just kept yelling it, "Sugie, Hi! Hi Sugie! Sugie, Sugie, Sugie!" He won't even say Mama on command (only when he's mad), but he will call our dog. Oh, sad day.