what we say, what he hears

Kenny is being quite the stinker these days. Not only quick to voice his displeasure with things, he has developed a love for blowing raspberries and spraying spit and food willy nilly (to be exact, a fair amount of willy and quite a bit of nilly).

Additionally, he's embraced his reputation as the "Mad Flinger," and refuses to put his sippy cup back on the tray after taking a few swigs. Instead, he prefers to fling the cup across the room, no matter how many times we admonish him not to.

This disregard for his parents wishes makes me wonder if when we say, "No, Kenny. We put our cup back down when we're done drinking. We don't fling it..." what Kenny actually hears sounds something more like this.

Good grief.