The Things They Say

Titus woke up on the wrong side of the bed from his nap this afternoon. He wasn't crying, but was rather snively and whiny and generally pathetic. Of course, he won't or can't tell me what's wrong. After telling him that he needed to talk normally and stop whining, he said, "The battery from my mouth is dead and my mouth can't talk normally anymore." I asked him where we could put a new battery and got no response. Apparently he hadn't thought through his theory that far. Gotta love 'em, even when they drive you nuts.