The cat walks by. Whoa!
We walk outside and a breeze brushes his cheek. Whoa!
A car drives past. Whoa!
A restaurant has a Christmas wreath. Whoa!
We stopped at a grocery store on the way home and the husband and The Boy ran in to get a few things while The Lad and I waited in the car. He started fussing, so I unbuckled him and pulled him into the front seat with me. Whoa! His head went on a swivel. Whoa! Every time he says it, his eyes get wide and twinkly and his mouth pulls into a perfect O.
I, of course, don't have a picture of this perfect little face. But here's this one, which has about half the cuteness quotient, to give you an idea.
The Boy is discovering knock-knock jokes. He has discovered the intro, but the punchline continues to elude him. He likes to say, "Knock, knock!" and expects you to say, "Who's there?" but never has an answer for you. Well, sometimes he has an answer. "The Boy!" he'll shout and then laugh like crazy.
And once he shouted, "Chicken poop!"
He's lucky he's cute.