No Talk; Let's Fight!

I was stunned the other day when I sat down on the couch with T (2). I was hoping for a little snuggle or a quiet book reading with him on my lap. No. He quickly assumed what looked like a familiar position to him: facing me while sitting on the arm of the couch (which isn't generally allowed). He looked a bit like a tiger ready to spring.

I shouldn't have been surprised, then, when he shot out: "No talk; let's fight!"

But I was. Shocked. And then he barreled into me, picked himself up and ran to the other arm of the couch. There, he repeated his call to war: "No talk; let's fight!" and repeated his assault. Convinced that he would continue this indefinitely, I jumped from the couch and asked, "Who taught him THIS?!"

Yes. Who, indeed? And where was I when they were practicing this game? For I am sure that it is too late to nip it in the bud. Good thing I don't usually have time to sit down.