Brody

Me: Brody, where are you supposed to go poo poo?

Brody: Sink in there (pointing to the kitchen).

Brody

"Mommy, dinner done" (as he pushes me into the kitchen).

"What's for dinner baby boy?"

"Seetza" aka pizza.

Only a 2 year old would get excited over frozen "seetza."

Michael

Mom, you aren't a MILF, you're a MILK. Mother I'd Like to Kill.