Our week was full of Maxisms. Here are a few:
The boy child had been ornery all day. Frustrated, I asked, "Who are you?"
He said, "Maximus the Magnificent."
Hmmm. I'm sure this all might be connected.
Max: Did you see Miss Bri's dress? It was pretty, pretty, pretty.
Me: Did you tell her?
Max: NO! (grinning and nodding knowingly) I want it to be a surprise.
Max: EW! What's that smell?
Me: Steamed broccoli.
Max: It smells like Elmo poop.
Max: Mom, you're a princess. I'm going to buy you a crown. A crown you put on your head, not the kind you draw with.
Me: (privately to confused hubby) Crayon. He's speaking with an accent.