Out of nowhere, Big Kid just walked up to me and said, "You know, if you find someone you don't know sleepin' in your house, it's probably a HOBO."
When he said "hobo" he got up in my face too. I have no idea where he's learning about hobos.
In unrelated news, I suggested to little kid that he could be a super hero for Halloween (he's majorly into super heroes) and he said, "No shoe-er. I be shoe-er."
"What? A Shoer? What's he saying, Big Kid?"
"I fink he said 'store'. Did you say store? Maybe he wants to be a store man."
"Shooooer, Shoooooer, mumum."
"I have no idea what you're say--wait, shooter? Are you saying shooter??"
"Yes! I be shooer! Pow! Pow! Pow" he replied, with a big smile.
I told him no way and now he's all mad and crying and whining about it.
Also, any time I tell him he can start t-ball when he's three, he tells me "Hockey".
Big Kid said he learned this from Franklin. My mom pointed out that he didn't know how to ice skate and he insists that he does know and that he wants to do hockey when he's three.
I haven't told him yet, but that's not happening either.