While I was gone to a meeting last night, Lane asked Rob for some pears (from a can). He fixed them for her and she ate them all. Then Bo said he wanted some, so Lane went into the pantry and couldn't find anymore pears. So, she came out with a can of fruit cocktail in her hand, and said, "well, Bo you can have some fruit cottontail!"
She calls root beer "Groot beer."
And if she says these things in front of you, I wouldn't try to argue with her about the correct way to say them....I promise you won't win the argument! She will give you a look as if you are crazy and eventually stop arguing with you because she is certain that she is not going to be able to convince you that you are wrong. Oh, so like her daddy!!
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I will never forget (the not quite 2-year-old) Lane standing in your living room talking "jibberish" for what seemed like minutes without taking a breath. You must have known then you had quite a talker on your hands!
too funny. big A calls it root beard!
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