As much as he makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes, I adore our little Billy! And the things that come out of his mouth are just so funny …
A few days ago, Billy was asked if he was a monkey and he said, “No! I Billy! A child of God!” Today, trying to get him to repeat that, I asked him who he was and Billy said, “I Billy the kid!” (no, we’ve never had an Old West lesson around here)
Billy was playing with a train at Grandmama’s house and Rusty started crawling towards him. Billy said, “NO! Rusty Alert!”
When asked how old he is, Billy said, “Three. No! Twelve!” (he’s been stuck on being 3-no-12 for the last couple of weeks)
Today he wore some cute argyle socks to church. When Uncle Tony saw his socks, he complimented Billy by saying that they were good looking argyles. Billy became adamant saying, “They not argyle! They feet! Those socks!” A couple of hours later, I asked him about his argyle socks and he grunted before saying, “They my feet! Not argyles!”
Uncle Tony knows the art of cracking knuckles, especially toes and a couple of weeks ago, did this to Billy. Tony called it “popping your toes” and Billy was not thrilled about it. When we came home that night, Billy took off his socks and said, “Look! They not popped!” (I guess he was thinking popped like popping a balloon or bubble wrap)