Josh has been demanding that we dress him. When we refuse, he dresses himself.

Josh: Can I have your strawberries, Sam?

Sam: No. 

Josh: How about one? (He yoinks one from Sam’s plate and puts it in his mouth)

Josh 4, Sam 7 at dinner tonight

Josh comes out of the bathroom holding a toilet paper tube.

Josh: Mom, bend over. 
Mom: Uh, no. 
Josh: Dad, bend over. 
Dad: No thank you. 
Josh: Savannah, bend over. 

Josh goes over to Savannah and blows through the tube into her back.

Sunday 6:00am, Josh bursts into our bedroom while we’re asleep

Josh: 

I’ve finally got it!

He says, “nopedy nopedy nooop.

Rat-a-tat—a——hey! Why did they name it that?”

Chef’s like, “What?!”

And Linguini’s like, “Ratatouille. If you want to name a food, you’ve got to name it some that sounds delicious. 

Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious.
It sounds like rat and patootie. Rat patootie. And rat patootie does not sound delicious.”

A re-enactment later in the day

rat-patootie.m4a