I have to spell important words like beach and bike around little man so as not to upset the natural disorder of my life. This morning we were making plans for the weekend over the phone. Every time we spelled b.e.a.c.h. Zaky was sitting on the floor and looked up at me and said "Take Zaky to the A.B.C.D?" "Mama going to the J.K.F?" I think we have a few more years to use this handy tool of covert talking, but it seems maybe not as many years as my parents had.
These shots he "take all by myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"