Earlier today, I took Owen to the store. We got into small talk with the cashier and he was making over Owen, trying to get him to say something. No luck. On the way out of the store, I tried getting him to talk. "Can you say 'mama'?" Nothing. "Can you say 'dada'?" Nothing.
We got back in the car, which was parked in my favorite spot on the side of the building next to the curb. Apparently not realizing how big the Buick really is, I hit the curb trying to back out of the space. In doing so, I might have exclaimed "shoot!" except with a different choice of vowels, and what do I hear a sweet little voice from the back seat say? "DIT!"
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Priceless!!
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