Things I find myself saying a lot latey.

What’s wrong with you?
Where did you get that?
What are you eating?
Stop acting so weird.
Don’t eat the kitty.
Ow.
Please stop pulling my pants off.
Why yes, that squash is better on your head than in your mouth.
Ow.
Please don’t destroy tha … oh well, I guess I can get another one someday.
I suppose books do taste better than baby food but please, not the limited editions.
Where did THAT come from?
What’s that smell?
I need a drink.
Ow.
I need a big drink.
I have no words for what just happened.