First, there's this:
(all the toys in the world, and my child happily plays with my body pillow)
I was in Carter's with him today. He was chillin' in his stroller. Suddenly he leaned forward, grabbed a pair of purple baby leggings with a ruffle butt off of a rack, held them at arms length, and exclaimed "Dat's cute!". Both the saleslady stocking clothes nearby and myself guffawed.
On the way home he claimed to be parched, so I stopped at Sonic to get him a drink. The conversation went like this:
Me: "Payne, do you want milk or water?"
Me: "Ooh...do you want some chocolate milk?"
Him: "Yeah! Coc-oh-aht miowk! Yay!"
(insert incessant chatter about chocolate milk through entire wait in drive thru)
Me: (gratefully recieves chocolate milk, shakes it before pouring into sippy cup)
Him: "Yaaaaay! Miowk-shake! Yaaaay!" (chugs it in 5 minutes) "Mommy, moh miowk-shake?"