Will-isms

Verbatim conversations occurring this week in my car...

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(After informing Will that I was dropping him off at school and then taking Anna to the doctor for her check-up and shots:)

Will: "How far is it to the doctor's office?"

Me: "Not far.  I'm taking her to my office.  You know where that is."

Will:  "Is the doctor there?"

Me: "Yes, one of the doctors I work with."  (Realization dawning) "You do know that I'm a doctor, right?"

Will, totally incredulous:  "YOU?  You're not a doctor!  You're a MOMMY!!!!!!"

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(On the way home yesterday)

Will: "Mommy, why is your steering wheel black?"

Me: "I don't know why, I guess that's just the color the people decided on at the factory."

Will: "It should be red."

Me: "Well, I don't know how to fix it now."

Will: "Let's paint it."

Me: "I don't think so."

Will, sighing: "Aw, come on Mom.  It'd be fun!"  (His intonation gave me a glimpse into the future as to how he'll con some friend or his sister into getting into some serious trouble...)

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(Minimizing my migraine...)

Will: "Mama, are you tired?"

Me: "No, but I have a bad headache."

Will:  "Oh.  Did you hit your head on the wall and hurt it and get staples in it, too?"

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(The way these conversations usually end....)

Me: "Will, you're funny."

Will: "Yep I am!"