Cute-isms

(about a year ago) Big Bro: If we went too fast, the policeman would knock us over.

(yesterday, talking to Mommy) Big Bro: I really like your singing, but would you keep reading now, please? (He's a master of tact. Must have gotten it from Daddy, cause I know it didn't come from me!)

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