This morning, as I was driving us to school, we came upon a backed up line of traffic and we were at a standstill for a minute or two. All of a sudden, Ross pipes up from the back of the van:
"Oh my gosh, lady! Come on!"
Clearly, he's heard me exclaim something similar when we've been stuck behind a slow-moving vehicle or a driver who did something stupid. He wasn't talking directly to me; he was exasperated that we weren't going anywhere and just repeated his version of what he'd heard me say.
PS--this afternoon, he did it again, this time including men in his mini rant:
"Oh my gosh, men. and lady. Go!"
I'd better watch myself when he's around.