Saturday, December 18, 2010
Noah is so much smarter than I am. Let me give you proof by telling you about some of the conversations we've had recently.
Yesterday morning while smelling the distinct odor of poop in the air:
Me: Noah, are you poop poops?
Noah: No, I'm a boy.
Yesterday evening in the kitchen after he got himself completely wet while playing with water at the table:
Me: Are you all wet now?
Noah: No, no. I'm a boy, not all wet!
This morning right after I got out of the shower:
Noah: Are you naked?
Me: Yes, I'm naked. Are you naked? (he still had his pj's on)
Noah: No, I'm not naked. I'm happy!