Overheard from the middle row of the van on the drive home from school this afternoon...
"me hate me new car seat"
This little sentance came out of nowhere. Perhaps he was referring to the fact that in his previous carseat, he had figured out how to houdini himself out and roam freely about the cabin. This "new carseat" is much more secure. He ain't roaming anywhere anymore!!
Props to Caleb for stringing together 6 words in a clever little sentence. No props to the person (I am assuming the culprit is a child in my household) whom he learned the word "hate" from.
I managed to keep a serious face and inform him that hate is not a nice word...and take a photo of the scowl-ish pouty face he was making (yes Mom, while driving but I was on our street going 4 MPH)