We often have yelling competitions with Alex. He will yell and then we will yell, back and forth. This continues until we are trying to top each other by yelling louder and longer. While driving in the car the other day, I took the deepest breath I could and yelled for a long time. Alex joined in a few times and then stopped. He eventually became confused that I wasn't giving him his turn. I had to stop because I was laughing too hard. Then Sam said, "That's Mommy owning you."
One day he will probably be able to yell longer than me, and I am sure he'll be tugging on my leg repeating, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." I pray for patience at those times. Or maybe I will just tug on him as I follow him around repeating, "Devil, Devil, Devil!" I feel bad this kid got a mother who acts his same age. Not too bad, but just a little.