More Wyatt conversations

Wyatt came and found me this morning. His little shoulders were slumped, his bottom lip poked out, and his eyes spoke of deep distress.

Me: What's the matter, Bud?
Wy: Wes is being mean.
Me: He is? What happened.
Wy: He called me a Dadder Bock
Me: What's that?
Wy: I don't know but I don't like it.
Me: Why did he say that?
Wy: Because I was talking while he was watching his show.
Me: Did he say, "Chatter Box"?
Wy: (sad dramatic nod)

I don't have a clue where he got his chatty ways. Or his dramatic ways, for that matter. Huh.