Out of the Mouth of Chase

I set Hudson down for a minute so I could take care of something in another room. He started to cry so my mom picked him up.
Chase: (pointing to Hudson) That's my mommy's!
My mom: It's okay, I'm just holding him.
Chase: No, my mommy holds him!
(He's been pretty bossy these days)

My mom gave Chase two cute truck books for his Valentine's Day present on her way out the door to work. He was so excited about them.
Me: Chase, what do you say to Nana?
Chase: (turns to Nana) Read them to me!
Me: Um- I meant thank-you.

Me: Chase- it's Valentine's day! Did you know that it is Valentine's day?
Chase: I no see heart cookies? No see heart cookies?!
(We made heart shaped cookies TWO weeks ago and I told him they were Valentine's cookies. I can't believe he remembered! My mom rectified the situation by making him heart pancakes for breakfast, which he ate four of!)

Me: Let's get you dressed Chase.
Chase: No, I wear football jammies.
Me: Here, let's put on your jeans. (As I put them on him)
Chase: No jeans mommy! They's pants!
Me: Jeans are a type of pants.
Chase: I wear BIG pants. Big pants. Like daddy!

My Aunt Karen gave Chase a little train when Hudson was born. The train is James from the show "Thomas". Chase hasn't really seen the show, but has a remote controlled Thomas from his birthday that he loves. Thus, now all trains are "thomas".
Karen: See Chase, it's James! (who is a red train)
Chase: No- it's red Thomas. It's red Thomas!
later that week Chase called him James:
My Mom: Oh Chase, is that James now?
Chase: James.....James Thomas.
(And he's been Red Thomas ever since. If you call him James he knows who you are talking about and immediately corrects you- it's Red Thomas)

He brought me a book while I was nursing Hudson. He really wanted to sit in my lap and have me hold the book- which obviously wasn't really feasible. I finally convinced him to sit next to me and we could read it together- it's one of his favorite trucks books. He wasn't too happy about it and made a point to pick a fight-
Chase- (pointing at the backhoe loader) It's not a backhoe loader! Not a backhoe loader!
Me: Really, I think it is a backhoe loader (Chase knows that's what it is for sure, especially since he started this whole thing before I said anything)
Chase: It's not a backhoe loader. It's a tractor. Not a backhoe loader. (He continued to try to convince me over and over again for the rest of the day. No worries, it's now back to being a backhoe loader:)

He has a puzzle with different shapes. My mom told us to teach him that the diamond shape is a rhombus, since that is what schools teach now and many of her school kids get really confused. However, we found this out after we'd already taught him it was a diamond. Now any time we do that puzzle he holds up the piece and immediately insists:
Chase: Not a rhombus! It's a diamond. Not a rhombus!!!! (Said with his eyes wide open, eyebrow furrowed and the most serious look on his face. This is serious business people! )