3 going on 13

While in the Teeter last night, James pointed out that he wanted some soda while we were on that aisle. I said, no, that's yucky, we're not buying that. To which he replied "pshhh. whatever". He even did it in that mumbly-teenagerey voice! I almost fell on the floor! I asked him, "where did you hear that?!?!". To which he replied, "Daddy". How do we feel about watching what we say in front our little mawcaw? Pshhh... whatever.