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| john was excited to wear his fireman rain jacket this morning. but (surprise!) he would never hold still long enough for me to get a good picture! |
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this weekend when my husband and i were in the kitchen, john came tearing into the room from his bedroom. he stopped right in front of me, and said, "mommy, have you seen myron?"
i said, "who's myron, baby?"
he said, "myron!" and turned to his daddy. "daddy, where's myron?"
daddy said, "who's myron, john?"
and john ran back into the other room. we went back to doing dishes or cooking or whatever we were up to before the strange myron interlude, not thinking much of it -- after all, our little dude is both creative and very impressionable, so who knows whether he invented myron or saw him on tv or what.
a few minutes later, a little blur came tearing into the kitchen again.
"mommy ..." he said.
"yes, my love?" i said.
"who's myron?" he asked, seeming slightly puzzled.
"i don't know, john." was my reply.
"yes you DO! mommy, who's myron?" he asked again.
"we don't know who myron is," interjected daddy.
and john was off again. just another day in the somewhat surreal life, i suppose!
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