Out of the Mouth of Chase

Me: Chase, what do you want to do today?
Chase: Um...something else.
and then a few days later while I was making dinner:
Chase: What you making mom? (And then before I even had a chance to tell him Lasagna) I want something else!

Uh-oh- something happened. (Whenever he breaks something)

As soon as he falls down he yells out "I'm OKAY!"

Will: Chase- Aunt Katie and I are having a baby!
Chase: A BABY! Like Hudson? Oh, we already have a baby. We have Hudson.
(He has since informed us that it will be a girl "dill" baby and her name will be Sofia.)

Chase came with us to Hudson's doctor appointment where we were discussing his slow weight gain, the fact that he's still spitting up, and how he spits up milk more often, but still spits up solids at least once a day. Our doctor talked about how it's more rare to spit up solid food. Hudson spit up his oatmeal a few days later and Chase, quick as a cricket, said,
"Hudson! That's a solid! You just spit up milk Hudson! Not solids!"
I didn't even know he was paying attention to the doctor!

Ben was saying the prayer on the food while holding Hudson and right in the middle Chase pipes up:
BEN! Fold your arms! Mommy, I want daddy to fold his arms.

While sitting in the cart at the grocery store with my mom (and insisting on the holding the list), she put in a bottle of Brianna's salad dressing. Chase handed the bottle right back to her saying,
"No, this is too different. Get another salad dressing."
and then later when she put tortilla chips in the cart he threw them right back out saying, "We don't need these."
To be clear- Chase is the boss. In all situations.