The other day, I asked Nathan what his name was. “ME!” he replied, thumping his hands on his chest. “But my name is me, too!” I said. “What’s your name, Nathan?” “ME!” he replied with a grin as he slapped his chest again. “ME, ME, ME!”
This is the conversation Nathan and I had as I was laying down with him for his nap. Me: “I love you, Nathan.” Nathan: “Why?” Me: “Because you’re my son.” Nathan: “Yaaaaaaaay!” *Claps hands happily* Me: “My sweet boy!” Nathan: “YES!” Me: *kisses his forehead* Nathan: “Pway?” (Play?) Me: “No, Nathan.” Nathan: “Nap!” Me: “Yes. …
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