W is in the garden “Oh no, Bubba, no more water in here”. Closely followed by “Bubba come fill this up right now for mine watering can”.
They are so lovely together, E and W. W still talks in a language that we have to translate for most other people, but E, Lovely Bloke and I all understand him perfectly. He’s 3 next month and I’m struggling with that.
He still feels like my baby. I think he always will. I’m usually grateful for most things showing themselves to be a passing phase, but his speech and cute approach to life is something I wish we could bottle forever. That’s something I don’t want to pass…
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