I wrapped him in a towel after his shower this morning and offered to carry him "like a baby" to his room to get dressed.
Colt: I'm not a baby, I a BOY.
Me: You're not Mama's baby?
Colt: I'm nobody's baby.
Me: Well who are you?
Colt: Mama's boy. And Daddy's boy, too. Not a BABY.
Colt: (Pointing to the rocking chair across the room.) Can we rock?
Hate to break it to ya, Buddy, but I think I won that one.