Mr. Copy Cat

So in the car on the way home this evening, Gibson and Grace were at each other for the thousandth time today. It happens enough that I have learned to tune it out and can carry on regularly in the car without listening to them. Today I tuned in to hear:

Grace: "Mom, where are we going?"

Gib: "Mom, where are we going?"

Grace: "Gib, stop it!"

Gib: "Gib, stop it!"

Grace: "Gibson Mize, I mean it!"

Gib: "Gibson Mize, I mean it!"

Grace: "Moooommm! Gibson is copying me and I told him to stop and he won't!!"

Gib: "I was talking to myself! I was saying, 'Gib, stop it!' Totally talking to myself, GraceAnn..."

You can't say that the boy hasn't learned a bit of self preservation at the tender age of 5!