I love the mind of a 3-year-old: Their logic, their imagination, their thinking patterns. It is all wonderful stuff. I could sit and listen for hours and be thoroughly entertained.
Today, Spencer said to me: "See, mom, I'm fat. Because I am a boy, I am fat."
I said: "really? you think you are fat?" (Spencer is barely on the charts with his skinny bum).
Spencer: "yeah, mom, see my fat head! I'm a boy and I have a fat head!"
Had to hide the laughter coming from me on that one.
I don't even think the word fat is allowed in our house. Where does he learn this stuff?
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