Sh!t My Son Says

My son is 3. What a glorious age. Terrible twos? Psssshh, more like terrible threes! Every day he says something so hilarious and ridiculous that I have to post. So here is today's installment of "Sh!t My Son Says".

I picked Lucas up from school and had to cut across the road really fast to get into our apartment complex before traffic blocked us. I'm pretty much a freakin' NASCAR driver. You're welcome, son. 

Lucas: "oh my!!!"

Me: "You okay buddy?"

Lucas: "Mommy you drive so scary!! Mommy!! You are cray cray!"

Me: "ummm excuse me? I am what?"

Lucas: "Mama, you are cray cray!"

Me: "where did you learn that??"

Lucas: "my girlfriend. Emma."

Me: "I thought your girlfriends name was Reagan?"

Lucas: "yeah her too. I love girls. They cray cray. Mommy is cray cray too"

Listen here you tiny Casanova... Smart mouths are not appreciated ;)