The last word

William may look like Austin reborn, but the more his personality shows the more I know he's a mini me in disguise.

He has developed a need to always have the last word. So much so that half of the time, the last word doesn't even make sense. Like yesterday:

William you need to go get dressed for church.

Is it Sunday?

Yes.

And are Elizabeth and P coming over today?

Yes William - but you need to go get dressed and I don't want to tell you a third time.

Walks off then returns to quickly say...

AND it's the last day of August!

Then he RAN off so we wouldn't even have an opportunity to respond. 

How'd he get so big and bold?