There was a storm a few nights ago, that was really, really loud. We're pretty sure our building got struck by lightning at one point. So we went in to check on N to make sure he was OK. He was a little scared, but OK. The next morning we were talking about it to him.
me: Do you remember the storm last night buddy?
N: Blinds were blinking and it was loud! (I love the description of his window blinds blinking!)
Then that night as we were putting him to bed again.
N: I don't want storm on again! (I think he's thinking it's like a light switch)
me: Well, God decides when the storm goes on, but there probably won't be a storm again tonight.
N: Probably not.
A few days earlier when e was still down with the stomach flu, I was pouring him some pedialyte into his sippy cup. N asked what I was doing.
me: getting e some water
N: It's pedialyte for his bobbom (bottom)! We get it at Target.
Yes, pedialyte for his bottom... I suppose that explains it, shame on me for oversimplifying!
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Awww. I love reading about your convos with the boys! I can't wait 'til C starts talking. She mumbles alot and I pretend to know what she's saying but...it's all Greek to me. :)
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