Almost everyday the little guy asks me where the icicles are. I explain about how the icicles melt into water in the spring when the weather gets warmer, yadda, yadda, yadda. He sort of gets it, but not really.
Today, he developed a new icicle theory as he was running his fingers through my hair.
"Mom, you have icicles in your hair!" he proclaimed.
I'm making an appointment for a colour job tomorrow....
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You know that he's getting too old to nurse when he starts asking, "Mom, can I have chocolate milk?"
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There is a silly sound that daddy and the little guy like to make that goes something like this: "fuff fuff fuff fuff fuff."
The other day he told daddy, "I seen a fuff." Daddy asked him what it looked like. He paused and thought about it for a moment and then replied with great certainty, "It looks kinda like a frog. It sits on the log."
Today I learned more about the mysterious fuff creature. Apparently he's quite difficult to spot because he hides on logs. And he kind of makes a pig snorting sound that's kind of scary. But if you happen to come across a fuff don't worry - he assures me that they are actually quite friendly.
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