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He's had waffles before and he insists on having them again. He peels off the lid on his own. |
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He cuts up his waffles by himself. |
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Dips it into jam. |
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Then the butter. |
I'm amazed that in a blink of an eye, he is fully operating in his capacity as a little person. He is so adorable and vocal, knowing what he wants and not. His vocabulary is also highly impressive for a non-3-yo. He is into trains, cars, superheroes. He claims his title as "Superman" or "Batman" or "Ironman" depending on what he is wearing. He loves his food and milk, and can be such a charmer. He is generous to share and loves to play football and basketball.
Not too long to go before he goes to pre-nursery. My little baby boy all grown up, almost.
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