Clayton and I baked a cake together. As we were finishing, I told him that we need to wash him up because he was all messy. He immediately took off with that idea.
"I'm MESSY MAN!! I have Messy Power! Pshzew! Pshzew!"
As he is pretending to throw his 'Messy Power Lightening' at the wall, I'm thinking, 'Never were truer words ever spoken, kid!'
Then as I attack him with a wash cloth, he whisper-screams, "No! It burns us! It burns us!"
That kid cracks me up sometimes.
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