On our walk yesterday, Judah kept saying "There's a ball! There's a ball!" I asked him where he saw a ball, and he pointed to a fairly rotund man and said, "In the shirt!" /gasp
Luckily the man was across the street and didn't hear.
On this same walk, I left the stroller home so Wyatt could get some practice using his legs for something other than crawling and climbing. He did great holding onto my hand. Judah said, "I'm helping!" and took Wyatt's other hand, leading him down the sidewalk. He kept saying "Come on Wyatt. Walking!"
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