Eli and I were fighting on the bed the other day. During this fight, he was saying things like, "I'm going to take you down, Daddy", and "I'm going to knock you out", etc. So I had to come back with, "You're dead meat". He stopped fighting and looked at me like I had three eyes. He asked me what I said, so I repeated it to him, and then we started fighting again.
The two of us were running some errands later that day. He was in the back seat playing with some action figures...I think one was a robot and one was some toy that we just got in a Happy Meal. Anyway, he's back there making those toys go at it hard. Then, he started making them talk trash to each other. He was talking in a deep, rough-sounding voice saying, "I'm going to knock you out", then "Oh yeah?, well don't you ever attack my empire again, or your meat is dead!"
I tried really hard not to laugh, but I just couldn't help it.
I love you, Eli.
