November 2009
Liam: "Will you have a boy or a girl?"
Mommy: "What do you mean? Will I have another baby?"
Liam: "Yeah, will I have a brother or a sister?"
Mommy: "Someday, yeah. Do you want one?"
Liam: "Yeah... but it's so gross."
Mommy: "What is?"
Liam: "How you make a baby - it is gross."
Mommy: "Really? How do you make a baby?"
Liam: "I don't wanna tell. Too gross!"
Mommy: "You know you can share anything with me...."
Liam: "Alright... the lady have to stick her tongue in the man's ears and swallow the wax if there is any."
Mommy: "Oh is that right? You get pregnant that way?"
Liam: "Yes, but not always. Sometimes you will... sometimes you have to try again and again."
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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.
1 comment:
Oh, this is a classic!! Liam will be so embarrassed when he reads all of your stories when he gets older! ;)
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