Mom: "Lincoln, don't do that."
Lincoln: "Don't say don't do that."
Mom: "Lincoln, who makes the rules in our house?"
Lincoln: "Me, brother Logan and the refrigerator. "
As Ricky and I were sitting in the living room one night, Lincoln walked in pointing to the clock and in his best imitation stern low voice said, "Look at that clock right there and go to bed right now!" Of course, Ricky and I looked at each other trying to figure out who he was imitating and busted up laughing. I wish I had the video camera rolling for that one.
Mom: "Lincoln, it's bicycle. Say it - bi-cyc-le." (Lincoln repeated it after me.)
About 5 minutes later he comes running into the room.
Lincoln: "Mom look, Woody! (As he holds his Toy Story Woody figurine in front of me.)
Mom: "Yes, Woody."
Lincoln: "Say it, Wood-y."
I was drying my hair with my blow dryer in my bathroom. I was bent over with my hair hanging over the front of my face so that I could dry the underneath side of my hair. Lincoln came running into the bathroom, "Mom, where are you?" I responded, "right here." Lincoln said, "Where, I can't see you!" He then came and laid on the ground looking up at me so that he could see my face beneath the hair and replied, "There you are!"
Ricky: "What's the matter, how come your mad?"
Lincoln: "It's all jacked up!" (Referring to his train track that brother pulled apart.)
He also continues to remind us, that anytime we go over bumps, pot-holes or construction zones, he thinks we're driving off the road. He is quick to say, "Mom, get back on the road."
