Yucky tacos

Max's current catchphrase is -- inexplicably -- "yucky tacos."  Somewhere along the line he decided it's hilarious, so it's the punchline to most of his jokes.  He says it to new people when he meets them.  He says it to Chris when he walks in the door from work.  He says it when you ask him an innocuous question, like whether he's ready to put on his shoes.  Not to be outdone, Scarlett proclaims, "red, yellow, underpants!" in similar situations.  It's like living with Lucy and Ricky Ricardo around here.  Except there's no actual jokes, just very confusing punchlines.  Over.  And over.

Other recent comments from Scarlett and Max:

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Scarlett:  "How old you are is what's in your mind."

Chris:  "What's in your mind, Scarlett?"

[pause ...]

Scarlett:  "Butterflies."

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Chris:  "How was your first day of ballet class?"

Scarlett:  "When I walked inside I saw lots and lots of ballerinas.  But then I realized they were just kids dressed up like ballerinas."

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Max [as Chris tried to dress him in a Texas Longhorns jersey on TX/OU Saturday]:  "No dirty orange shirt!  No dirty orange shirt!"

The good news:  Max probably isn't colorblind as we previously wondered.  (He typically insists that everything is pink or yellow.)

The bad news:  Max may be an OU fan.  Or (heaven forbid) an Aggie.

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Other cute/sweet things Max is currently saying:

He calls Scarlett "Tarlett" and when he's mad or annoyed with her, he emphasizes the second syllable dramatically... "Stop it, Tar-LETT!"

"Bless you, Mama" whenever I sneeze, burp, cough, etc. (to which Scarlett responds with exasperation, "You only bless SNEEZES, Max!").

And of course, the heart-melting "I luff you, Mama."