Just the other day I was asking Jonah if he wants a snack, offering him a lengthy verbal menu of choices. He looked at me and said: "No, no, no, don't care. Don't care." My eyes almost popped out of my head. Don't care. Where did he get that?
This morning after Jonah woke up, he yawned, covered his mouth, puckered his nose and stated: "Stinky." Then in the car he repeated: "Stinky breath, stinky breath, stinky breath." Funny, funny guy.
Also, I coached Jonah to say "stinky daddy" when dad entered the room, and sure enough, Jonah didn't disappoint. Unfortunately, Tim wasn't amused.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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I don't think Tim is stinky. MaryAnn
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