“When my tummy grumbles, I have throw-ups.”
“The bad guys are coming, one, two, three, four bad guys” (counting on his fingers – the first time I’ve heard him count to four!)
“Actually mama…” (did my two year old just correct me with actually?)
“Can we have edge bowls mama?” (Translation: Can we have vegetables mama?)
Myron now goes into the bathroom on his own (sometimes) and the other day he runs out excitedly …“I stood up like Dada!” … Mama was proud (and scared of what she might find in the bathroom).
“I’m going to ask Christmas for a lawn mower”
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