More Evanisms

Evan and I are walking out to the car.
Evan: Evan drive.
Me: No, Evan can drive when he's bigger.
Evan (putting arms high up over his head): Evan bigger!

Jerry, Evan, Isaac and I are walking into Home Depot, and Evan wants to be carried.
Me: No, Evan, you are a big boy. You need to walk.
Evan: No Evan big boy. Evan small.

Evan and I are leaving the bagel place, and he sees a storm drain.
Evan: Look! Raursaurs live there.
Me: Dinosaurs live in there? Oh no!
Evan: Yeah. Careful. Raursoars hurt. Ouch.

I am driving, and Evan is pointing out all the trucks from the backseat.
Evan: Look! Truck! Daddy juice.
I look and it's a Coke distribution truck.

I am driving, Evan is in the backseat, and as I near an intersection he lets out a blood-curdling scream.
Me: What?!?
Evan: Mommy! Signs. Signal. Watch out. Crash. Toooooo fast! Beee careful.
I decide then to limit his viewing of Thomas and Friends on TV.