An excerpt from the "Big Book of Kyllianisms"
We put together a book of some of the crazy things that our kids say for Christmas presents this year. Here are a few excerpts form the "Big Book of Kyllianisms"
“Sh%&!”, I exclaimed, one day after dropping something on my foot in Walmart. Kyllian was quick to point out my naughtiness. Over and over and over again.
“Mommy, you shouldn’t say sh%&. Sh%& is a bad word. It isn’t nice to say sh%&. Instead of sh%& you should say Tarter Sauce because sh%& is a bad word. Don’t say sh%& anymore. Sh%& isn’t nice to say.”
“Okay, Kyllian,” I responded while half the store looked at us in amazement. “I won’t say that anymore but you shouldn’t say it either.”
“But, Mommy,” he replied, “I didn’t say sh%&. You said sh%& and that’s bad!”
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Another favorite
One evening while playing with a young female friend, Kyllian marches into the kitchen and announces, “Mommy, I need a new bi*@h.”
Shocked, we ask him to repeat himself. He again, plainly states, “I need a new bi*@h!”. At that point, I looked at him and said, “You need a new what?”. “A new BI*@H!” he replied pointing in the direction of his young female playmate.
Completely dumbfounded, the young girl’s mother and I stand there trying not to laugh.
Then it is daddy to the rescue!
He responds to Kyllian, asking, “You need a new BENCH?”
“UM, YEAH…” replies Kyllian in an irritated tone of voice.
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One more for good measure
One afternoon while riding in the car, I was explaining to Drake that daddy would be putting him on the bus on the upcoming Friday. After asking me why, I explaining that Kyllian had to go to the doctor’s so they could take pictures of his brain to make sure it was all working well. Kyllian, being in a bad mood, piped in at the top of his lungs with, “I don’t have a brain!”.
After nearly running the car off the road due to laughter, I simply said yes you do and we will have pictures to prove it on Friday.
When the time came for Kyllian’s MRI, we were in the waiting room and he was playing. The appointment was very early in the morning and we were the only people in the hospital, so when the doctor came into
get us Kyllian knew the doctor was there for him. Before the doctor could open his mouth to speak, Kyllian stood up in the middle of the room,
planted his feet on the floor, hands on his hips and screamed, ”I DON’T HAVE A BRAAAAIIIIIIN!!!!!!” This was so loud that the nurses down the hall heard
him and got quite a giggle out of it. The doctor, who turned out to be the anesthesiologist, laughed and said, “Well, I can see you’re gonna be a handful.”
Sorry for such a long post but I just couldn't pick my favorite.
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With this dreamy look on his face. Later, I cracked up telling his mom the story and she relayed that he has a thing for soft, fluffy women! 
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: Luckily he's an older man and has many neices and nephews and Isaac hasn't been the first one to say that. I tried to have a little talk with him but I'm not sure he understood 
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