Last night Archer carried around Wiley's "rock crumbler" that he got for Christmas and repeated, "I will borrow this rock crumbler. I need this rock crumbler...."

Wiley is so sweet and smart. Today he was saying we should get new kitchen chairs because they are old. York said, no, we like them and Wiley said, "oh, are they antiques?"
All night long he was, "Mom, you are my honey pie. Dad, you are my sweet bowl of cherries. Mom, you are my lovely snow flake, etc."
Archer is always defending his family, even against his family. If anyone slights or talks firmly to someone else, Archer steps in and says, 'that's my mommy/brother/daddy. No do that." He almost always refers to Wiley as "my Wiley."