
Getting ready for bed one night-
Me: Let's wipe the dirt off your face before you go to sleep.
Malachi: Why? It just get dirty again.
After baking an apple pie:
Me: We need to let the pie rest.
Malachi: Why?
Me: Because it just needs to rest before we eat it.
Malachi: It needs a pie nap?
Malachi: Don't cry. God is with you.
Everything is "a wittle bit" (translated to a little bit)
"I have a wittle bit of yours?"
"I go there a wittle bit?"
I always thought I'd be a patient person who attempted to answer my children's questions, but there gets to be a point when there is no answer. I admit I've become a mom who answers, "because I say so" or "that's just the way it is" much more than I ever anticipated.
When he does something he thinks might be wrong, he says, "that's silly" or "that's silly, huh?"
"I got you a question." Usually followed by, "I just got you ONE question."
He's starting calling people "Big guy." Like, "Hi, Big Guy!" This does not seem to apply to only one gender.
I love my Malachi. He's a crazy, caring, and fun-loving little boy.
He's growing up so fast I almost can't believe it. It scares me.
I hope I can remember all these special little moments.

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