In the car, on our return from a very sugar-y, high-octane, high-energy, over-the-top birthday party. And Colby (spent, wasted, barely can lift his index finger to make this following point with me), was having a ball over-pronouncing and repeating words like Positano, Pedroia, Papi:
"Mommy. Just to tell you, I have three things to say. One, do not copy me and the things that I say. Two, do not mimic me.
Do. Not. Annoy. Me.
(mmmkay. 'nuf said.)