Daniel's been saying that since he turned 2, with his little British accent: "I'm a 'mon'!"
Today, we were going over the fact that Daddy's a man, too, and Mommy's a woman.
Later, as I was puttering around the house, I heard him proclaiming, "Mommy's a woman. Hooray, Mommeeeeeeeeee!"
Steve promises he didn't set him up to it.
Daniel was settling down for his nap.
"I need my paci," he said.
"Let's ask Daddy if he can bring you one," I said.
"Steeeeve!" Daniel shouted. (He sometimes calls us by our first names.) "I need my paci!"
"Please," I whispered.
"Please!" Daniel shouted.
Steve brought the pacifier.
"What do you say?" I whispered.
"Thanks," Daniel said with a big smile. "Thank you."
He's just learning that. I'm not sure if he really needs to know how to say "please" and "thank you" at his age, but it sure makes his demands sound less ... demanding.