Kirby-isms

Every evening when Keith gets home, I spend about 20 minutes running through all the funny (or naughty) things Kirby did that day. Most things he says these days take all my power not to laugh my head off. Sometimes I'm successful. Sometimes not so much. He's just so clever and even starting to use my own material against me. These days his antics typically involve poop or his manparts or his attempts to assert his independence.

Today, unlike any other, he kept me laughing or just shaking my head, especially one in particular. 

This afternoon he was trying to convince me that he should be allowed to clip his own fingernails and toenails. Typically we take turns...mom do it and then Kirby do it...but not fingernail clippers. After an obnoxiously long conversation about it, i was at my limit so I tried to sternly let him know that only moms and dads can clip fingernails. 

Kirby: No. I do it. 

Me:  No buddy. Mommy do it or we won't clip them at all. Those are your only options. 

Kirby:  I do it. That's my option.

So hard not to crack up. 

Oh and for the record in case anyone is keeping score, Mom clipped his nails. Fingers and toes. Score, mom!!!!