Lawson and I were running errands after taking Sophie to Cubbies. (Wednesday night Awana's at our church). He had found a little package of Skittles and was eating them in the backseat. I asked him if I could have one... first he curls his little feet up as close as he can. Almost the fetal position in his car seat. Then he's saying, "No. You no want any, mommy. You no want dem." When I asked why, he said, "Dey make you sick. You no want dem, mommy. Dey make you sick."
Such a good little sharer. :)