So Fighter has turned into a real chatterbox lately.

I think he understands nearly every word we say, and he’s also starting to form simple two to three word sentences now.  And he’s hilarious! Here are some gems he’s come up with.

Fighter: MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY.
Me: Yes Fighter?
Fighter: Light! *points at light*

I’m in the nursery putting Penny to bed while everyone else is downstairs starting to eat dinner.

Nanny: Fighter, you wait here ok? I’m going to call Mommy down for dinner.
Fighter: No no. MOMMY!!!! Jude call.

Fighter falls down, gets up and dusts his hands off.

Fighter: Jude down.

Fighter reaches for scissors/sticks his hand into his bowl of rice/makes a grab for my phone/does something he’s not supposed to

Me: Fighter! No!
Fighter: No! *retracts hand*

Fighter: MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY.
Me: Yes Fighter?
Fighter: Dark! *gestures to something vaguely dark*

Fighter: (holding on to iPad) Papapig! Papapig! Papapig! (Peppa Pig)

Me: Fighter, who is the most handsome?
Fighter: (interrupting) Me.
Me: Who is the prettiest?
Fighter: Baby.

Fatty lets out a fart wtf.

Fighter: Daddy poo poo.

We were washing Fighter up for bedtime, and he runs out of the bathroom stark naked.  Pulling on his penis. -_-

Me: Fighter! Don’t play with your bird!
Fighter: Bird! Bird! (points at Fatty) Daddy bird.
Everyone falls about laughing
Fighter: (points at grandma) Mama bird.
More laughter.
Fighter: (feeling confident, points at me) Mommy bird.  (points at nanny) Cee bird.

He’s been learning his letter and numbers and got most of the alphabet down, and can count up to 8 now!

One day, grandpa seats him at the computer and points out letters on the keyboard to him.

Grandpa: Fighter, what letter is this?
Fighter: H.
Grandpa: So clever!
Fighter: Fayth’s kar. (His auntie Fayth drives a Honda)

I’m also trying to teach him colors but he’s got a long way to go on them wtf.

Me: Fighter, what color is this apple?
Fighter: Red.
Me: Good! What color is this orange?
Fighter: Red.
Me: No, it’s orange.  What color is this banana?
Fighter: Red.

It’s going to rain. Thunder cracks.

Fighter: Cads. Cads. (Scared) *quickly comes over and sits on my lap.  If baby is there, baby gets pushed aside*

On a walk, we see a cat in our path.

Fighter: Eeeeee!! *points excitedly at cat and takes a few steps closer*
*Cat slowly advances to him as well*
Fighter: Cads! Cads! *runs around in circles*

Every night, lying on his bed, about to go to sleep.

Fighter: Kong kong (Fatty’s dad). Mama (Fatty’s mom). Daddy. Mommy. Mama (my mom). Papa (my dad). Cee (Nanny). Baby.

Fatty: Fighter, do you want to kiss daddy?
Fighter: No.
Fatty: Jude, do you want to kiss daddy?
Fighter: No.
Fatty: Then what do you want?
Fighter: Jude kiss mommy.