conversations

The banter at the dinner table is getting rather interesting.

The two-year-old makes bald-faced statements in a rather yelling tone: "I big, you widdle!" And then he'll repeat himself 17 times while trying to shove as many fries into his mouth as possible.

If anyone should happen to argue with him, say to tell him he's little, he simply reiterates himself at a louder decibel. The other boys have tried to convince him he's wrong, but with limited success. He can just about out-shout any of them.

The four-year-old apparently can't stand to be upstaged. "I'm smart, you're wrong!" Number Three tells his younger brother.

"I big," Little Brother insists.

"Uh, uh - then what's two plus two?"

Blank look at that one.

"See, you're little, I'm smart," Big Brother taunts.

"You dumb" is Number Four's completely serious response.

Big Brother can't convince him of anything else after that. He finally gives up and leaves the table. Toddler is unfazed - he simply starts talking to himself, "I big, you wrong."

"I mart, you wrong."

Maybe he's talking to the hamburger that he refused to eat. I suppose it's hard to eat something with which you're conversing. I wouldn't be surprised if he figures out he's bigger than the burger and starts telling it so.