Uh Oh!

This morning Troy was on the bed with my wife, and he decided to stand up and drape himself across her as she slept. When he did so, the action of throwing himself on top of her blew the air out of his lungs and popped the pacifier that was in his mouth out, over the side of the bed, and onto the floor. Troy stretched up on his toes and looked down at the purple rubber mouthpiece resting still under the window, then looked over at me, and he said, “Uh oh!”  It was so unexpected and funny.

Now, he's been saying it all the time whenever he drops something, or falls over, or whacks me in the head with his little toy hammer.  He's even started intentionally throwing things on the floor while he's in his high chair, just so he can say, "Uh oh!" afterward.  The funniest part is that he says it very slowly and drawn out, almost as if he's trying for dramatic effect or as if he's the sloth from the DMV in the movie Zootopia.  "Uh....oh!"