While laying Cleopatra-style across the chair he says, "I'm just chillaxin'".
Last month we checked out from the library one of my favorite books from elementary school, Air Mail to the Moon by Tom Birdseye. It's a little hard for Mini Me to understand and really long for him to sit through, but we did read it twice. The book had long been returned to the library when, one day after I told him to stop picking on his sister he said, "I'm gonna open up a can of gotcha and send you air mail to the moon!" This is a repeated phrase in the book and he nailed it word for word. Since he was saying it to sass back, I tried really, really hard not to laugh but I was impressed with his memory and spot-on execution of the phrase!
While making the 15 minute walk to swim lessons in our stroller... on a 92 degree afternoon... I hear Mini Me mutter from his seat, "We could be in the car right now".
While eating breakfast on a rainy day: "How do birds kiss?"
A conversation overheard as Mini Me plays soccer with Daddy:
Daddy: Be careful, you can't push in soccer.
Mini Me: It's tackle soccer. Ahhhhh!
Daddy: If you tackle in soccer, you get a yellow card and if you tackle really hard you get a red card.
Mini Me: I want a red car... brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......... (runs around 'driving' a car).
Several minutes after the soccer game ends due to the field turning into a race track I hear more:
Daddy: Did you just tackle me again?
Mini Me: Yep. You get a yellow card.
Daddy: But you tackled me.
Mini Me: Daddy, you have two yellow cards now and that means you sit on the bench!