Out of the mouth of Bubs:
"Don't you wanna pway jumping scutes upstairs with me?" (An invented name for an invented game involving plastic rings hurled skillfully at the far wall.)
"MOM! Can I hold your hand!" (in a panic whenever we are out walking)
"Here's your pwesent." (singsong voice, proffering a toy wrapped in a towel or blanket or paper)
"My shadow looks like a gwown-up!"
"Let's do our singing books, Fwowence." (each night as they begin the ritual of "singing" through the huge pile of children's books on their bedside table)
"Yeah! We're on the path of LIFE!" (shouted from his bed as I descend the staircase after commending the children for their obedience before tucking them in)
"Cheese-a-most-a-veetos!" (chanted loudly, often, and for no apparent reason)
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