November 2007
I am not sure how this started but later in the conversation it went like...
Liam: "I want a little sister"
Mommy: "Really? I thought you wanted a brother."
Liam: "I want a sister now."
Mommy: "Oh, I see...."
Liam: "When I came out of your tummy out of the..." Pointing to his bum/behind "...did it hurt?"
Mommy: Laughing "Yes, it did hurt."
Liam: "I don't want you to hurt again but I still want a sister."
Mommy: "How can we make babies??"
Liam: "You have to marry. I want you to marry Jeff then I can have a sister."
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Recording Liam's fertile effervescent mind/scintillating personality.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.
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