The Last Word

Adam, the little bugger, is developing quite a personality. Most of the time it's charming and so darn cute you'll often find me clapping dramatically while aaaahing and oooooing. The past couple weeks he's begun repeating the last word of nearly every sentence spoken to him.

Me: Adam, did you have a good day?
Adam: Day!
Me: Did you play with toys?
Adam: Toys!

You get the idea.

Today, when I had to put him in the naughty chair, this mimicking became so funny I could barely keep a straight face.

Me: Adam, do you know why you're in the naughty chair?
A: Chair!
Me: You have to sit here because you disobeyed.
A: Bayed!
Me: You do not tell mommy "no-no."
A: Moe!
Me: What do you say to mommy?
A: Mommy!
Me: You say, Yes, ma'am.
A: Man!

Later, we were playing in the living room and a fishing show came on. The camera panned a close-up onto a man holding a fish he'd caught.

"Look at that man holding the big fish!", I exclaimed.

Without missing a beat, Adam said, "Yes, man!" "Yes, man!" and promptly sat down in the naughty chair.

At least he's trying.