Ah...I must say one of the best things about being a parent is that every now and again you have a moment when you are filled to bursting point with pride and amazement at something your wondrous offspring does. I had one of those days today.
Archie's vocabulary has been developing in leaps and bounds recently, but stringing words together up until now had been restricted to "all gone" "night-night" and "no kuku" (that's when he can't see any birds on the roofs of any of the surrounding bungalows) and various babbled sequences of genuine and imagined words. Today he came up with his first perfectly constructed and elucidated sentence and it was proof, if it was ever needed, that he is his father's son.
"I did a poo-poo"
Time for mummy to get the potty out.
Archie's vocabulary has been developing in leaps and bounds recently, but stringing words together up until now had been restricted to "all gone" "night-night" and "no kuku" (that's when he can't see any birds on the roofs of any of the surrounding bungalows) and various babbled sequences of genuine and imagined words. Today he came up with his first perfectly constructed and elucidated sentence and it was proof, if it was ever needed, that he is his father's son.
"I did a poo-poo"
Time for mummy to get the potty out.
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