Messy Man

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.