What the heck??? And also, I'm a murderer.

Sometime over the Thanksgiving weekend, Gavin picked up a new favorite saying:  What the heck?

I'm not sure where he heard it, but I imagine it went something like this:

Some random family member or friend:  What the heck?
Gavin (quietly to himself):  What the heck . . .
Someone overhears him, and they chuckle.  Gavin hears them chuckle, smiles, and thinks, "Oh, I'm funny."

The rest of the weekend goes like this:

Me:  Gavin it's time to eat.
Gavin:  What the heck?

Me:  Gavin, you need to get in the shower.
Gavin:  What the heck?

Gavin:  Mommy, I can't find Finn McMissile.
Me:  You'll have to look harder.
Gavin:  What the heck?

Me:  (drops something on floor)
Gavin: (pauses, looks at me) What the heck?

Me:  Gavin, will you let the dogs in?
Gavin:  What the heck?
Me:  I don't think it's cute when you say that.
Gavin:  What the heck?
Me:  I want you to stop saying that.  It's not funny or cute.
Gavin: (whispering) What the heck?

In other news, Gavin recently told a story to some of my family members that went like this:

I saw a firefighter at daycare.  I didn't see a policeman.  The police is going to come get my mommy and take her to jail.  She killed someone.

Okay, so maybe I shouldn't tell him that I'll go to jail if he unbuckles his seatbelt, but I still can't figure out (or remember) who I murdered.  I haven't seen any dead bodies lying around.  I mentioned to him that he probably shouldn't tell stories like that . . . especially at daycare.