Make ya wanna holla hidy hoe,Burns your tummy don't you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug
The other day, Miles propped himself on the arm of the chair and asked me why Merritt didn't drink milkie anymore. Since I apparently didn't respond fast enough, Miles assumed I didn't know what he was talking about and lifted his shirt, pointed to his chest and said Milkie from here.
On a different day (thankfully) Mason informed Miles and I that I'll never be smaller than right now.
And Merritt - he's got tons to say as well. Here are some of his favorites at the moment: car, cracker, ball, stop, no, yuck, daddy, mommy, e-i-e-i-O, dog, croc, shoe, sock, night-night, jackie (jacket)...
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