My two year old thinks he is smarter than me...

...and maybe he is.

Yesterday was a little bit of a rough day for Jeremy and me. He was tired and arguing about everything. So, by noon when we were walking into Walmart I held his hand firmly and said, "Jeremy I just want you to walk with me and not fight with me."
He looks up at me and says, "Mommy, you don't have to pout!"

Then, in the car on the way home, Jeremy yells, "Mommy, I need my motorcycle shirt."
"Your motorcycle shirt?" I asked.
He responded "My puh-puh-puh moe-ter-cy-cle shirt-ta!" like I coulndn't understand plain English.