Thomas and I were laying in his new firetruck bed reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See when Oliver, our old man German shepherd, walked in whipping his tail as usual. Now, Thomas is not exactly fond of Oliver. He stiffens up and tells Oliver to "go out", and other than that, they have no interaction. So tonight, when Oliver joined us for story time, Thomas exclaimed, "Oh no, it's Oliver. He's gonna eat us!" After laughing out loud, I kissed his clever little cheeks and added "toddler wit" to my long list of reasons I love being the mama.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
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