Parker has recently become a fan of gibberish. Last night at dinner he entertained us with a constant stream of gurgles, blahs, 'yoinks' and a ridiculous amount of saliva and tongue waggling. In an attempt to stop him I asked if he was pretending to be a little baby.
Mid (nonsense) sentence he stopped. Put down his fork. Looked right at me and said:
"No Mama. I'm not a little baby.
Anders is your little baby
I am your big boy
Daddy is your guy".
Ah. I see.
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