Conversations with my 3 year old - quite possibly TMI...

Scenario #1: Matt runs around the living room and yells out to me, "Poop! Poop! Poop!" and I rush him into the bathroom. Moments later he is seated and begins some seemingly uncomfortable, inaudible grunting.

Then Matt looks up at me and says, "Mama, that was a hurt poop."

Scenario #2: I'm laying down on Chloe's bed with the kids after a long day of working from home. It may not look like much, but it's usually a 12 hour day sans the water cooler gossip. We're all playing with castles on her bed when Matthew suddenly stops and looks at me.

Him: Mama... you so fat.
Me (stammering): Wha... what did you just say?
Him: You so fat... fat... fat and broken down.
Me: Did you just call mommy fat and broken down???
Him: Yeah Mama, and I love you.
Me: Awwww. That's cool baby, I love you too.

Incredible. So articulate and perceptive. :)