I have a big nose. I have big ears. I have big hair. I am big. Or so my loving son tells me while comparing me to himself. He has a mall nose, mall ears, mall hair, and he is mall, unless he is compared to Scout or Charlotte and then he is big. I also love his ‘yep!’ when you ask him if he has small ears/nose/eyes/hair/etc.
I love that Charlotte says ‘Hold you’ everyday when I come home from work.
I love, love, love this stage of them learning language!
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