Willisms Part II

We went to TPAC to see Curious George Live on Friday night. Parking in downtown is always a problem, and was no different that night, so we ended up in a parking garage about two blocks away from the theater. Will decided he didn't want to walk the two blocks, he had in fact rather be carried. So I carried my 35 pound toddler two city blocks in the cold, and then straight up hill to the theater.

About halfway up the last hill he announces to me: "Mama, why are you acting like a dog?"

(because by this point, I am breathing slightly hard, not to mention this is my first major outing since the surgery)

Me: "Because you're heavy honey, and this is a big hill."

Will: "Well stop acting like a dog."

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Yesterday watching a cartoon with Will in the bed

Will: "Momma, I saw a picture where you married daddy. Why did you do that? You were suppose to marry me?"

Me: "Well baby, when I married daddy you weren't born yet."

Will: "Huhmp"

He's not to happy with Daddy about that one. Evidently I'm his girl.