Atilla The Quin

I wish I could remember all the funny, cute, and often rude things Quinton says to me on a daily basis.  The problem is, he talks non-stop from sunrise until sunset, so I can't remember it all.  Most of what he says is funny.  In fact, the other day Nicole asked, "Why do you laugh every time Quinton says anything?" Because he's so dang cute, that's why.

Having established Quinton's cuteness, I have to admit that he is quite a handful.  My mom, sister and I like to come up with nicknames that describe his personality: like the Little Irish Mob Boss, the Angry Leprechaun, or simply The Dictator.  Any time I tell him he can't have something that he wants, he gets really angry and yells, "I'm Boss, Mom!  I'm Boss right now!" And he truly thinks he is.  He bosses me around all day.  I (lovingly and jokingly) tell people that when he was born, I was hoping that since he was large in stature and he had two angry older brothers, he would be my Nephi. But the older he gets the more I worry that I might have a King Noah on my hands.  He certainly likes to lay around and tell me what to do.  :)

The other day, he was trying to reach something on the bookshelf.  It was way too high for him, so he said, "Me no reach Mom." By the way, virtually every sentence that boy says either begins or ends with the word "mom."  I asked if he needed help.  He said, "Yeah, Mom.  You get it.  You biggah, Mom.  You HOOGE!"  Of course, I grounded him for the rest of his life for calling me huge.

He has a little friend next door named Easton.  They take turns playing at each others houses while we moms volunteer at the kids' school.  They get along really well.  This morning, Quinton woke up super early and I was trying to rock him back to sleep.  He sleepily said to me, "Mom, me go Easton's house?"  I said, "No baby,  Easton's asleep."  He said, "Okay.  Me be weewy quiet."  So I sent him over.  Just kidding.

Quinton loves to read stories.  He has one or two favorites that we read over and over. He's heard them so many times that he likes to read them to me now.   His favorites are "How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?" and "No David."