Because he makes me laugh
every day,
and because I don't want to forget...

gorillas = bu-gillas
bologna = bu-boney
vinegar = big-e-ner
Miss Witsy = Miss Sitsy (Sophie's blanket)
turkey = tor-key
pretend = free-tend (I'm just freetending!)
vacuum = bacuum
stuff or things = junk (I can't even carry all this junk. I need to use all this junk. Look at all that junk.)
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L: Mommy, you're my
best friend!
M: And you're my favorite little man!
L: No, I'm your favorite
big man!
M: Then what's Daddy?
L: He's a dog.
(two minutes later)
L: Mommy, will you help me wash my hands?
M: I thought you were a big man. Big men don't need help washing their hands.
L: I'm not a big man. I'm your
tiny little baby Wawson.
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Only Miss Hannigan can say bad words, right Mommy?
Because she's a mean lady.
And pirates.
(fyi: the bad words he's talking about are "Shut up") Okey-doke, artichoke.
I think bu-gillas is my favorite.
Corey thinks I should correct him and teach him to say it the right way.
But that's not cute.
And really... it's not like he'll be in 1st grade still calling them bu-gillas.
I'm enjoying it while I still can.