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The Quotable Landon, Volume I

The Quotable Landon. 

One of the best parts of having a small child is listening to them discover language. At his three year check up, his pediatrician flattered my mommy ego by complimenting his vocabulary and outgoing nature.  He talks as quickly as his mother, but loves color and design like his father. Seriously, this child cuts better paper than I can.   He's not a performer, so in lieu of letting Lando corral everyone into his chatterbox corner, here are a few of his maxims.





*While chatting with his reflection in the mirror.*
"My name is Wando. You are Wandon. Wando.  Wandon."
"Who am I?"
"You're Susie. Mommy. Babe."


"Mommy, you are soooo pretty. You're pretty, just like Carol."
"I'll take it, son."
*Hugs me tightly, whilst beaming angelically.*



"Mommy went potty all by herself! Good job, Mommy!"
"No, you watched me the whole time."
 "You should shut the door, Mommy."





"I want to go to Target store now!
"Maybe."
"Let's go to Target store."
"You're buying."
 "We're going to Target store!



"Don't cut my bitch."
"What did you say, Lando?"
"Don't cut my bitch, Daddy."
"One more time, baby."
"Don't cut my bitch, Mommy."
Translation: don't CROSS my BRIDGE.

"What does 'L' say, Lando?"
"L says 'www' as in Wando!"
"Lllllllllllando."
"Wwwwwwando."
*Nods with impish pride.*







"Mommy, I'm going to go potty in the grass because Grandma said I could."
"We're not at Grandma's house, kid."
*Tries to run into the soccer field.*


"I love my baby sister. She takes care of me and plays with me."
"BabySITTER, Landon,"
"Yeah, my baby sister, A."
We still haven't cleared that one up yet. 

"I want to go to the pet store to see the  Turdis,"
"Tortoise, Landon,
"Yeah, the TURDis at the store!"




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