All the kids at our compound have a runny nose right now. The cold makes Max cranky!
Already accustomed to having to holler at Gabe all the time to get him to lay off, Max loves to shake his finger at people and say, "No do dat!" (or sometimes just "Do dat!" which means the same thing in his mind).
He'll also say, "Stop it!" and "Cut it out!" (almost always followed by the word "Gabe!").
No one messes with this little guy without getting an earful ...
He still asks for his black boots all the time, but I had to put them away because they're leaving marks on his big toes! He'll occasionally tolerate these new sandals.
Nathan rear-ends Max with his tricycle ...
... and Max gets road rage ... "No do dat!!"
Checking to see if smoke is coming out behind him, just like Uncle Brian used to ...
What's this? A bowl of raisin bran left behind by Daddy when he went running to keep Nathan from falling in the pond ...
Daddy comes back before Max manages to dump it out.
Here's a video I never managed to post from our Fredericksburg vacation of Brian yelling "No do dat!" with Maxie.
Guess what? Little Max turns two this Saturday!
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