Max to Mama: I climbing, Mama!Mama: Yeah, you're climbing, all right. Can you get off the kitchen table, please?
Max: Okay, Mama. (Doesn't move) Climbing class, Mama? Boys and girls?
Mama (removing Max from table): Boys and girls go to climbing class with you, don't they? Are you a boy who goes to climbing class?
Max: NO. No, I don't like it boy.
Mama: You're not a boy who goes to climbing class?
Max: No no boy, Mama. I man. Man! (laughs)
2 comments:
He is growing up fast enough already. He has to wait awhile (maybe forever) before I stop thinking of him as our "sweet boy".
you da man max!
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