Last night as I was getting Robbie out of the car to walk the 80 feet to the front door of Walmart, we had this conversation.
"Robbie, let's get your coat on."
"I don't want to wear a coat."
"Babe, it's cold outside."
"I not cold."
"You're not outside yet. It's really cold, let's put on your coat."
"I don't need a coat."
"Ok, well then do it for me. If you don't wear a coat people will think I'm a bad mommy."
"I tell them."
"You'll tell them what?"
"I tell them you a good mom."
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Sunday, Robbie and his slightly younger cousin were playing with trucks in his room. They were having a good time and suddenly his (less verbal) cousin let out a gibberish squeal of delight.
Robbie looked up from his truck in amazement and shouted "Mom! Carter speaks Spanish!"
"Wow, that's amazing!" I said, hardly able to stop laughing. He thought so too, so he ran downstairs to announce it to the 25 family members chatting after Thanksgiving dinner.
Nov 25, 2008
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The first conversation was the sweetest thing ever! Seriously, I teared a bit. Robbie is such a sweetie.
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