While I sat eating breakfast this morning, Ava walked up to me and cheerfully asked, “What eating, Daddy?”.
I looked at her sleepily and replied, “Toast”.
She glanced at her feet then back to me, eyes widening in fear. In a barely whispered voice, she breathed, “Toes?”
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This morning, Preston said what I believe to be his first full sentence. When they woke up…before 6:30 a.m…ugh…Preston handed Cat to me to carry downstairs for him. When I took it, he said something I didn’t quite understand. So I asked him, “Did you say thank you or take it?” He leveled me a when-will-you-start-listening-to-me look and said, “No Daddy. I say tank you, tank you ver much.”
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