Max and I have been having arguments about who Mama is. I tell him, "I'm Mama." And then he repeats, "I'm Mama." To which I reply, "No, I'm Mama." And he says, "I'm Mama." And the argument continues! (He thinks he's Dada too.)
His other favorite words are "ball" (of course), "tractor," "flower," and "bubble."
Max busted his lip this evening, apparently, while I was finishing my exercise. He's not a happy camper right now. But this morning he enjoyed watching Grandma getting beat up with a balloon.
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