Vhy?

This is the newest response that we get for EVERYTHING. 

Me: "Brock, don't swing your fishing pole!"
Brock: "Vhy?"

Me: "Brock, don't dunk your Cheetos in the ketchup"
Brock: "Vhy?"

Me: "Brock, don't pick up the pumpkin."
Brock: "Vhy?"
Me: "Because, honey.  It's too big for you to carry around.  You will hurt yourself."
Brock: "Vhy?"

Me: "Brock, don't climb onto the table!"
Brock: "Vhy?"

Me: "BROCK DAVID STEMME!  DON'T PICK UP YOUR SISTER!!!!"
Brock: "Vhy?"

That's right, folks.  Papa Dave would be proud because Brock is sporting a seriously thick German accent when he wants to know "vhy" he can't do something.  It is so infuriating, but super cute when he looks up at you with that crazy blonde afro and those huge blue eyes and he is just as serious as he can be.  He literally does not understand "vhy" he cannot pick up his sister by himself or climb onto the table.  It is my (and Greg's) job to teach him these things and I accept full responsibility for that.  But.  It is so irritating when I have told him for the umpteenth time to not do something and the only response that I get is, "Vhy?"

So, in the moments that my sweet baby boy is driving me to the very edge of the breaking point, I try to keep images like this in mind:

This one always makes me smile.  Always.