Big turned three on New Year's Day. He is a very funny child. He was a "later than his speech therapist Mommy wanted" talker... But hasn't taken a breath since. This is a quip of his ramblings from today:
Upon making the mistake of turning on his fish tank light, "Mommy! Turn that light off, they're trying to get some sleep!" Alrighty then.
Upon Nana purchasing him a new flashlight, "I can't wait to flash Daddy!" (Yep.)
Following consumption of about a dozen broccoli tops, "I hate broccoli! It tastes like Toad Frogs! It's Gross!!" Nope, we don't serve toad frog at our house. He must have gotten it at my sister's house!
After a clerk told him he had beautiful hair and asked if she could have his curls, "I get that all the time... and you should ask Santa." Yes, he's still stuck on Santa.
In between wrestling with Middle and Little, "Little's butt stinks. Shew-ee. I think you should change it." He's our first line of defense when it comes to sniffing out poop bombs.
And this leaves me wondering if our house is haunted..."Mommy, all my friends are coming over tonight. They have to see my new bed, and play pirates and eat and open presents and sleep in my bed." My questions, "do they wanna dance?" And of course, "do they wanna party?" He says yes to both. We miiiiight have the spirit of Hank hanging out in his closet. I'll let you know if I hear anything tonight.
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