My Dude

Atticus still is nothing but pure delight stuffed in a 3 year old body. Today, after pooping (sorry to be so graphic...not really) he says to me, "Mama, that is giant." Looking down at his creation, I nodded in agreement, "Yes, Atty, yes it is." He then looks at me with all seriousness and proclaims, "It will kill you." 

He kills me!