Austin's Ad-libs

Austin has started to present logical arguments.  Here are a few of the conversations I've had with him recently.

A:  We need to go to the grocery store.
M:  No, we don't need to go to the grocery store.
A:  Yes we do.  We need some food.
M:  We have food at home, baby.
A:  No we DON'T.  We are all out of food.
M:  No, we have fo...
A:  We DON'T have food.  I ate it ALL gone.


Austin was playing with some Lincoln logs and his horse on the changing table.

M:  Don't throw those sticks in the floor.
A:  Proceeds to drop each one of the Lincoln logs and slants a look at me.
M: Austin, I told you not to drop those sticks.
A:  I didn't drop them.  Little Red (the horse) dropped them.


M:  Austin, don't throw your legos. (as they crash to the ground and scatter).
A:  I didn't throw them.  They just crashed.

(This was some time ago...just before Christmas)

A:  Carry me.
M:  Austin, my arms are full.  I can't carry you.  You have to walk.
A:  I can't walk.  Carry me.
M:  Yes, you can walk.  Come on.
A:  I can't.  My tootsies don't work.