Thursday, September 1, 2011


I just went to let Z out of his room from his afternoon quiet time.  He opened the door all happy and bubbly and talking in Z-speak, which is to say lots of unintelligible words with a little English thrown in for seasoning, but buck naked.  I interrupt Z-speak to say, "Where's your diaper?"  His response, perfectly clear, appropriate tone of voice and everything: "Oh.  Took it off." as he went and got it for me.

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