At lunch, C reminded me of this conversation he had with his great aunt.
C: "When I'm done eating dinner, please can I have a cookie?"
Aunt S: "What's the magic word?" (obviously didn't hear it in his question)
C: "Abra cadabra!"
In the car on the way to a store this week, C out of no where said:
"Hey mom. Look at me. When I grow up and I'm an a-dult (he says 'a' instead of 'ah'), I don't want to drink alcohol. I just want to drink soda."
B doesn't say a lot of words. But he does do strange and adorable things. His nightly quirk is that when I give him his kisses (he calls it "mah"), he insists I kiss all his boo boos (when some are visible and even when they aren't). He will hold out his left hand and sadly say "boo boo. Mah" until I kiss it. Then the right and continue onto one of his knees, holding it up while saying pitifully, "Boo boo. Mah."
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