Someone informed me, after I planted a smooch on his sweet cheeks recently:
"No momma! I boy!" And pouted.
How about, no Lloyd you're my baby boy. Better get used to me embarrassing you with theses kissss!
And this morning, after he ate a bowl of grapes, some lil smokies, and part of my pb&j:
"Momma, more toast? No. Momma, you full [does ASL for full]; I have toast, Lloyd need more toast. Uh huh. Ok?"
A minute passes.
"Momma Lloyd needs more toast. You still full. Get toast all by yourself, k? Need more toast."
He has such sass! It busts me up!