Two year old Travis is a handful. He always has been. He has been in a grouchy mood since birth, but he also has his lovable moments. Travis is a fashionista. He is very particular about the clothes he wears and he always wants his hair in a faux-hawk. And, then there are the times he cracks me up.
Me: "Go bring me your shoes."
Travis: "Where did that from come?"
Travis: "What is that pail nolish?"
Sunday School Teacher: "Would you like a cookie, Travis?"
Travis: "No thank you. They're freaky."
Conversation from the backseat of the van....
Travis: "Moooomm! Bailey said 'Poopy diaper changer!'"
Me: "Okay. Just ignore her."
Travis: "Mom said stop it, Bailey!"