Last week Avery was napping and when I checked on her, I had to search the room. Here she was, just waking up, having slept under the crib.
Tate says funny things. Last night he was reading books with me on my bed. He jumped up to leave the room and stopped in the doorway to whisper back to me, "In two months, we go to the beach. In three months....it's Saturday!"
This morning he was discussing the position of the white underwear he was about to put on. "Straight lines here mean the front. This is where my butt goes. And this is where my wiener goes. And here is where my feet go." He proceeds to put them on and says, "This looks like a bump, but it's my wiener."
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Ha! Explicit material indeed! This reminds me of what my friend's little boy just said yesterday at the park as his mom was allowing him to pee behind a tree (I didn't judge cuz I bet I'll let Will do that someday, too). He said, "Mom, my wiener's really big!" and then repeated it a couple more times. Does everyone teach their sons to call it a wiener? These are things I will shortly need to know!
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