This is a Hayden says.....

Hayden: MOM!!! Help me my E Chole?
Mom: Your what?
Hayden: My E... CHOLE!!!
Mom: I don't understand what you're saying.
(he runs outside... brings back a mitten)
Hayden: Help my E Chole.
Mom: You want me to help you put on your glove?
Hayden: YEAH!!!
(I start putting on the glove and he gets one to many fingers in a finger hole)
Hayden: OH! MAN!!! I got to many fingers in my E Chole.
(I start laughing so hard as I realize what he's saying)
Mom: You have to many fingers in EACH HOLE?
Hayden: Yeah!! (shows me his gloved hand) My E Chole.

Hayden: (stomps downstairs after a nap, climbs on my lap, sees my Dr. Thunder soda) Mom, have some SOO-DUH?
Mom: Sure.
Hayden: (big drink) AHHHH, das goood SOO-DUH, hun?
Mom: Yeah, soda is good.
Hayden: I like dis SOO-DUH.
Mom: I like this soda too.
Hayden: (very serious) I like dis SOO-DUH. I drink it all?
Mom: No, that's my soda.
Hayden: No, it not, it hour soda.

Hayden: Mom, MOM, mom.... Me turn the dryer

Mom: OK, (I pick him up, move to the side of the dryer, hold him over the trash can so he can turn on the dryer)

Hayden: MOM, (serious voice) don't throw me in the trash...K.

Mom: (laugh) Don't worry I won't throw you in the trash.