"Can I soft your belly?"
"Please don't right now," I said. And he ran off bawling.
A few minutes later he found me in another room and asked really sweetly, "Now can I soft your belly?"
So I lifted up my shirt and he patted my belly a few times. Then said, "Mom, or belly is so squishy. It's like pie."
Will doesn't pronounce the Y sound when he says "your".
He invites me to "dunk my legs in" his blankets when I lie down with him for naps or bedtime.
He always asks, "Can I help you wif dat?"
When my mom was here, she was saying goodnight to him. He totally ignored her and pointed to the fireman hat he was wearing, "I'm a fireman. Wif mine hat. See?"
A few nights ago I was putting him to bed and asked him to come say my prayers and he said, "Mom, I can't. That makes me cwy!" Don't make me cwy, please." Ha.
He LOVES the library. One day we took Kjel to a birthday party and stopped by the library to drop off some books but he was fast asleep so I didn't wake him up. When he woke up he sobbed and sobbed that he'd missed the library. So sad :(. I should've just gone back. Lesson learned.
Yesterday he unscrewed the lid of a ginormous container of shampoo that I'd just bought at Target and I didn't know about it. It was in one of the backseats in a bag and when we got home the gooey shampoo had spilled out and most of the bottle was gone!
When I put him in clothes he asks if they are activity specific: "are dese mine Wegman's clothes?" "Are dese mine eat lunch clothes?"
He is still my best friend. In the morning when he sees me he comes over with a huge smile and silently pats me until I gasp and say, "Oh! Is that WILL?! My best friend WILL?!"
And then he emphatically says, "YES, Mom! It IS me!"