Will -isms - updated (apparently Will published the work in progress)

Stacy: What do you want for dinner tonight? Daddy is eating a hot dog. Mommy is eating chicken.
Will: Hot puppy.
(Little hot dogs?)

Stacy: I love you.
Will: I love Will.
So true!!!

Will (picking up dog fur): Dirty
Stacy: Yes, that's right it's dirty. Go put it in the trash.
Ending 1: Will runs into the kitchen opens the door and puts it in the trash.
Ending 2: Will puts fur into his mouth, then I tell him to spit it out and hands it to me saying, "Dirty."

Will (after climbing on the picnic table or slide - which he knows he's not allowed to do): Sit! Sit!

Stacy: You do not touch Tiki. You can talk to her, you can look at her. Do not touch.
Will: Hel-lo. Hi (waving) Kikikiki (following her around the room, but not touching her)
Tiki stops and I scratch her head. Will is behind her and her tail is hitting his face. Belly laughing ensues then he tries to follow close enough that he'll get tail-to-the-face for the rest of the day.

Our morning routine the last couple days has been to come stand on the other side of the gate and watch the dogs wake up and do their stretching...lots of belly laughing and having to catch his breath is involved.

While Andy was watching the home run derby the other night, Will went to find a bat, his hard hat and a soccer ball and proceeded to "croquet" it around the room.