As I changed Sam's diaper this morning:
S: "Ow, mommy, you huwting my wegs. Ow, ow, ow. Stop it mommy. Weave me awone, I need a wittle space. I need a wittle bit of space."
Whoops. All I could do was laugh. I think I said that to them this very morning. Something along the lines of "Hey, you guys have had 3 breakfasts already and I haven't even had my coffee yet. GOOOOO to the playroom and leave me alone to eat my breakfast. I need a little space."
Somehow it sounds so much cuter coming from a two year old.