Here are a few of my favorite recent Jayce quotes: They fall into a few different categories of being funny, and I couldn’t help myself but to organize them this way, especially since it’s a longish list. Enjoy. 🙂
Funny little sayings that seem too old to come out of a little mouth.
To a book that he ran on top of, and took his feet out from underneath him. Shaking his finger sternly,
“Hey book! You be nice! Not slip Jayce!”
After I changed him from pj bottoms to pants:
“That’s great Mom.”
To a house that we drove by with Christmas lights still on outside.
“A not Christmas time, people!”
“Dad, not talk. Just listen.”
“Mom, I washed my hands, just like you showed me.”
Me, to Jayce in the other room: “Jayce, what are you doing buddy?”
Jayce: “Uuuuuuum…I just kidding Mom.” (I ran in there after getting this response.)
Sayings that are almost there, but not quite.
After I changed the radio from a commercial to a station with music.
“Persect Mom. This one is persect.” (perfect)
At Target, where I was reading the specs on various crib mattresses:
“Ooooh, that is sooo interest. Mom, that is very interest.”
To me, every day.
“Yes sir, Mom.”
He also corrects us, especially me since I’m home with him all day, and I’ll just go ahead and blame pregnancy brain for my habit of often saying the wrong thing.
I forgot the name of Snoopy (from Charlie Brown) and accidentally called him Scooby. This has become the pinnacle of my stupidity for Jayce. He brings it up often and laughs like it’s completely ridiculous.
“Mom, not say Scooby Doo. It’s Snoopy, Mom. Mom’s so silly. (laughing) Mo-om! Not Scooby Doo Mom, it Snoopy Mom. You said the wrong thing…”
Me, as I’m putting my socks on: “We’ll go as soon as I get my shoes on.”
Jayce: “Mom, those are not your shoes, those are your socks. Mom, you said the wrong thing. Silly Mom. Mom, one time you said Scooby Doo. It’s not Scooby Doo, it’s Snoopy Mom…”
Me: “Do you want to watch that show with Baboo?”
Jayce: “No Mom, not Ba-boo, Ba-du!”
(I was actually a little impressed that he corrected my b into a d, since it’s such a minor difference. And when the show came on, he was right.)
To himself, while cleaning up his room.
“I put my little books in my big box. Wait a minute. In my little box.“
“Mom, I not a very big boy yet. I still a little bit little.”
I agree. Sniff.