Conversation with Cowboy

Cowboy doesn't like going to church. He tells me this everyone Sunday morning. And sometimes on Saturday night. These conversations all took place this morning while we were getting ready for church. Cowboy: Hey Rockstar, do you want to know my top secwet way to twick mom and not have to go to chuhch.
Rockstar: Uhm...
Cowboy: You just have to stay in youwh bed and pwetend youwh sleeping. Den mom will go in huwh caw, den you can get up and you don't have to go to chuwch!

Then, even though he has already gotten up and had breakfast, he got back in bed and pretended to be sleeping. Until Matt told him his "top secwet twick"wasn't working and he had to get dressed. And then:

Cowboy: Mom, I can't find my chuwch socks. Can I weawh my Batman ones instead.
Me: Um, I guess so.
Cowboy: Alwight then I'm gonna weawh my sneakuhs too.

Man, you give that kid an inch, he takes a mile. Sheesh! Oh, and just for the record, he didn't wear his sneakers.

Cowboy: Mom, can I pick out some Hot Wheels and take them to chuwch. I will play with them vewhee quietly.
Me: You can put one in each pocket.

Okay, so I was thinking front pockets. He apparently was thinking ALL pockets. When he came to get his hair fixed, he had one in each front pocket, one in each back pocket and one in his shirt pocket. I'm going to have to keep my eye on this kid.