Conversations with a 3 year old are fantastic.
Passing each other in the kitchen:
Rhett: Hey there sweet pee pee!
Translation: Sweet pea
Marching around the backyard carrying a bag of cut up carrots:
Rhett (to Rad): If you want a carrot Rad, you gotta say please and I love you the most Rhett.
Rolling in the Accord for weekly errands and being the world's grumpiest toddler:
Julia: Rhett you don't need to be so angry.
Rhett: Yeah I do mommm! Don't you see my angry eyebrows!
At the bathroom in the library trying to keep Rad from touching every germ filled surface while Rhett takes FOREVER with his "pirate-cy":
Julia: Rhett? Honey...? You almost done...?
Rhett: Not yet mom. I gotta go potty like dad does. Give me 5 more minutes.
Laying on our bed with Rad being sickies:
Rhett (leaning over within an inch of Rad's crustache): Rad you got more boogers than me. That's pretty awesome.
Charging up to me at the park:
Julia: Yeah dude?
Rhett: I'm sorry I freaked out a lot this morning. (He did. A lot.)
Rhett: I just had a lot of gas.
Becoming a victim of Rad's adoration:
Rad: Laaaa!!!!! (Trying to climb on Rhett.)
Rhett: Rad I am NOT your toy!!!
Play doh-ing it up at the table:
Rhett: Yesterday I was baby Rhett and Mom you were a little girl named Bart.
Listing off a mile long list of snacks he wanted:
Jake: You've got a lot of demands Rhett.
Rhett: Yeah...I'm a man.