In the wee hours of the morning, my sweet boy climbs into my bed. Obviously wide awake, as though he’d been up a while contemplating life. He leans over and kisses me. Then he sits up. Yes. Yes, he has been up contemplating life. And he has something to say about it.
In a thoughtful tone, he leans over and says to me, “Momma, how come I always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, ALWAYS… eat a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and a lot, and A LOT of boogers? I fink it’s kinda weally weally weally weally weally weally weally gwoss.”
Apparently, these are the things that keep 2-year-olds up at night.
We’re going to have to work on that. On the booger-eating thing.
And also, I think I’ll teach him about adverb variety. It might be really really really really really helpful to improve his word choice.
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You gotta love that kid!!! Oh, thats right, I do!!! ❤
He is too much fun!! We have to get him and Kian together again soon!! Hugs to you all! ~~