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Landon: Hey wuh sat no-eese?
Clinton: A bird?
Me: A siren?
Clinton: A car?
Landon: No, a cock-a-doo chicken! COCK-A-DOO!!!!
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[We bought some pool noodles at HEB on Sunday morning and Landon was playing with one, he wasn't paying attention and kept whacking Clinton with it.]
Me: Hey, keep your noodle to yourself. It's a good rule now, and it will be a good rule later too.
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Things Landon has his own special names for:
Belts, the kind you wear on your waist: seatbelts
Skulls: head bones
Dough nut holes: dough nut balls
Sausage kolache: hot dog
Polka dots: poking dots
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[As we drove away from the dough nut place and I pulled out my sausage kolache, Landon saw what I was eating.]
Landon: I want it, dat hot dog. Peese, peese.
[I gave it to him because I thought that might happen. He started eating the kolache.]
Landon: Mmmmm, dat my fave-it, yum yum.
[Pretty much everything he's eating is his "fave-it."]
1 comment:
Cute! It is so fun when you can have a conversation with them. Until they start using the f-word, that is. :)
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