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peas please

john thinks you have to be six inches
 from the camera when you say "cheese"

this morning, john woke up in fine form. he was cuddly, silly, and giggly, and wanted to talk talk talk talk talk (which he does most of the time these days). 

i brought him to my bed to snuggle for a little bit, and he told me all about how birds say "tweet tweet" and kitties say "meow" and firetrucks say "weeoo weeoo" but he likes police cars too and they say "weeoo weeoo" also. it was a fascinating conversation.

he also told me that "george" (curious george) is a monkey and that "kayla" is an elephant (that's george's friend in the curious george movie we have). he informed me that he was going to school and listed his friends that he would play with. he told me "john get yummy milk" as he sipped from his sippy cup, then "mommy a funny hat" when he put the sippy cup on my head. all in all he just made me grin.

as i was packing up my lunch to take to work ("mommy lunch! lunch! mommy go to work.") john saw me take some frozen peas out of the fridge. "peas please!" he said. "peas peas peas please! peas please!"

i explained that they were frozen, as if he would understand what that means. and he just said, "peas peas peas please!"

so i gave him a frozen pea. and he loved it. and said, "more peas please?" so john had still-frozen peas for breakfast this morning.

whatever works, i guess!



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