I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff.

This morning, I was trying to get Robbie ready to head out the door.  I said, “Aren’t you ready to go play with kids?”  I expected to hear something along the lines of, “Go play kids, Mom.  Fun kids!”

Instead, Robbie turned to look at me and said, “Nah, Mom.  QiQi go work in Boston.”  And then headed down the stairs.

What?  Where in the world did he get that?  To add to it, when we got outside, I headed to the car to put the bags in.  When I was finished, I turned to tell Robbie to hurry up.  He said, “See ya, Mom.  Go work in Boston.  Bye!”  And took off down the street – ironically, toward Boston.

It kept coming tonight at bed time.  Robbie stood up on his changing table and jumped into my arms (at some point I expect this to stop being such a surprise, and Robbie fails to understand that it can be dangerous if the person is not paying attention…).  As I caught him, he yelled, “Good jumper, Mom!”  Then, as he gave me a big hug, he congratulated me, saying, “Good catch, Mom.”  And I laughed, because I think it was a very good catch, too.