Friday, March 16, 2012

from not quite 2 to 7

Our places in the dinner table is never fixed. Where we sit is dictated by who calls dibs first on who they want to sit beside. Today I ended up sitting with Little M. But Little M isn't so little anymore.

Little M: Daddy!! Sit. Here.

Mommy: Mommy is sitting with you. Daddy is sitting there.

Little M: awww. (slumping his shoulder and wearing the biggest frown). No fay [No fair].

Daddy and break out into laughter after that. We hear that "no fair" whine often from the three older kids. It started with Big M, and it spread like wild fire. And now from a toddler who isn't even two yet? Holy cow!

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