He must be my son

Here is the conversation that just happened.

Two year old runs into room looks right at me and says
Brandon: Tookie mom
Mom: What cookie
Brandon: Chocolate tookie
Mom: We don’t have cookies
Brandon: (knowing full well I have a full box of fudge covered mint oreos at my desk says) Tookie MOM oweo chocolate tookie…he then grins opens his mouth as wide as possible and says oweo tookie mom ahhhhhhhhhhh as he opens his mouth again!!!!!!!!

HE MUST BE MY SON!

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