Stop! My turn!
I wanted to write this down because I know, this too, will stop and it’s too cute to forget.
A little while back, G started to want “in” on S and mine’s conversations. Whenever the two of us get babbling about our day, or a task at hand, if we don’t take a break to talk to G, we will end up with the following exchange:
G: No! Stop! My tuuhn. MY TUUHN!!!
Me (or S): Ok, buddy. Your turn. What do you want to say?
G: Hmn… Zeba (meaning “zebra”)
and then he grins.
It’s always “zebra”. Every time it’s his turn, he says “zebra”. And it’s stinkin’ cute every time he does it.
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