What he is saying the most these days is "bee ball, bee ball." Translation: Big Ball, Big Ball.
Yesterday we went to Target and were in the toy department looking for something for Zoey's birthday. When he discovered a bin of balls and required that his daddy dig through and get a very certain ball - which happened to be at the bottom of the bin.
We tried to leave without it, but ended up having to tell him that Daddy would buy it while he and I went out to the car to change his diaper. Clint didn't buy it, buy when we got home the very first thing he did was point at the target bags and say "bee ball, bee ball."
We may very well have passed the time where we can tell him we're going to buy something and "accidentally" not buy it.
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Alex is obsessed with balls, too. And I'm pretty sure we buy another one every time we go to the store.
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