Today when I was trying to cajole Connor into saying ma-ma for the five billionth time, he looked and me and clapped his hands. Not my hands. His hands. If you remember from a previous post we have been working on this for quite some time. I guess it was his way of saying, "Will you leave me alone with the ma-ma thing already? Here, watch me clap. Maybe that will shut you up."
I was thrilled. He was thrilled, that I was thrilled. I was thrilled, that he was thrilled, that I was... well, you get the picture.
My child is a genius.
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