Nino's new thing is to talk about things as if the worst happened. I was picking him up one day and he was outside at Suesues. Someone locked their brakes up behind me (no clue why, I had been stopped for a while with turn signal on) and he kept saying "that car slammed into momma's van!"

Or the other day, a family of ducks waiting to cross. After much honking, they turned away from the interstate. "Those ducks went under our car!"

Or coming off the exit ramp. "The car tipped over like this" with hand illustration and all.

Not to mention the swearing. Appropriately. "God dammit!" "Fucking crap!"

Hubby has let up and so has Nino.