I swear, he catches me when I’m too tired to process. Last night, when I was trying to get the boys to bed, Gabe got very angry when I insisted that Sam be in his own bed, not playing with Gabe in the lower bunk. Gabe howled, “I hate this policy!” 
Sam didn’t even know the word.
And just now, before I’ve had my coffee, he came downstairs strutting and waving his arms tightly with a pouty grimace on his face. “Becky, you okay,” he grunted. “Becky, you okay, Becky.” When I asked him what he was singing, he rolled his eyes and said, “It’s a cool song. It’s Michael Jackson!” And he demanded that I download Smooth Criminal.
Y’all, it is too early for this.
EDIT: Now they’re screaming “Beat it! Beat it!” at each other, and I swear I just heard Gabe call Sam “Jack-Sam.” This will get very ugly before the end…
LOL – gosh, I love that kid. Of course, I don’t have to deal with him moment to moment…
Having children so different must be one of the more challenging aspects of parenthood – what worked with one may not work with the other. You certainly have distinct personalities to work with!
… Becky??
I’m pretty sure he’s never even heard the name “Becky” before, which makes it all the more odd.
WHAT?!?! You mean you haven’t told him all about me?!?!
Abigail is like that, coming out with words that you just really don’t expect a 3 year old to know, much less use in correct context.