A Good little Fella

Bella stayed home sick today and we were running a few errands. Jackson and Bella were playing with a few figures in the back seat. I overhear something that doesn't sound quite right.

Jackson: [in a deep voice] "If you talk ta me, I kiwl you."

Kat: "Jackson!"

Jackson: [in a slightly higher, slightly softer voice] "If you talk ta me, I kiwl you."

I paused to hide my laughter. He noticed anyway.

Jackson: [in a much higher, much squeakier voice] "If you talk ta me, I kiiiiiiiiiiiiwl you."