
Last week, Christopher hurt his finger. Now, he walks up to everyone, finger extended into the air and says:
"Daddy make a pizza, I burn my finger, I get a band aid." Pretty self explanatory, right?
A few days ago - Christopher fell out of a chair at our friends house. Now, he frequently tells me:
"I fall down at Easton's house, I bump my head, Mommy pick me up, I cried."
For the record, he did NOT cry - but seemed to think about crying. I, however, happily used the opportunity to snuggle him as tight as a human can snuggle.
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