Will-isms....again

***Now updated with photos:)
Last Saturday, my mom took the kids and me to the circus. The kids all had a good time, and I enjoyed what I saw, but I spent most of the show running back and forth to the bathroom with various small people. Anyway, through the whole show Will kept saying, "I wanna weave the woom!" (I want to leave the room, for those of you not schooled in Will-speak.) He said it over and over. I asked, Do you want to go to the bathroom? Get something to eat? Play with the cheapo toys they are trying to sell? No, no, and no. He didn't want any of those things. He wanted milk. At the circus. Umm, they don't sell that there. They sell $12 bags of cotton candy, but no milk. (Don't worry though, when the trapeze artists came out, he got over his milk obsession. He loved them.)

At the end, the Ring Master thanked us for coming to the Greatest Show on Earth. (You know the one:) Will turns to me and says, "You know, that was a really great circus show, but I don't think it was the greatest show ever." So true.

This morning, I was fixing the kids waffles, when Will launches into a temper tantrum because apparently I am not Mimi, and the butter had melted before he ate it, or something like that. I didn't really understand it myself. I wasn't very nice, and I started getting rather sarcastic. When I would throw out one of my sarcastic comments, he would look at me funny and say, "That's not true!" I would say, You are right, Will. That was sarcasm. Sarcasm is when you say one thing, but you mean the exact opposite.

Later tonight, his Daddy made a similar comment during dinner. Will looked at me and said, "That was a sarcasm. People around here have a lot of sarcasms today."

Oh, and did I mention that today Will knocked out another of Ben's teeth? (This already happened once over Memorial Day. I am not sure what he might try for Thanksgiving.) They were wrestling and out it came. Oops. It was already loose, and Ben is probably relieved that his mommy isn't going to have to pull it now.

While Ben was rinsing his mouth out, I gave Will a little pat on the rear end. Not a spanking, just a "you little squirt" kind of pat. He didn't see it coming and went, "Whoo! You scared the chickens out of me!" I got over the tooth thing pretty fast, because that has made me laugh all stinkin' day.