The lentil cracks me up on a daily basis. The other day we were in Ikea, because there aren't a lot of indoor options when you have a two-year-old, no back yard, no central air conditioning, and it's only about five million degrees out with five million billion humidity. So we went to Ikea and had a great time jumping on beds and playing in the children's section. But the highlight of the visit was at the very beginning, when we were testing out couches. Ikea has a million couches, and nobody likes to sample couches more than me and the lentil. After the first two, the lentil had the basic review of "this feels actually horrible." He'd sit on it, swing his legs off the edge, smoosh himself back so his back was resting on the back of the couch, and then state just how horrible it was. "Actually, this is really horrible." "This is actually horrible." 
This evening we just had another funny interaction. The lentil was in the bath playing with random bathtoys, basically chattering away as I read a magazine and tried to prevent him from drowning. Yes, I read magazines while he bathes. Yes, he is darling. But after two years of nightly baths, I might just drown in boredom if I didn't have my magazines there. So he was chattering away and I caught this gem.
"woah."
"what's woah?"
"woah is a kind of animal."
"What kind of animal?"
"a woah."
In other words, duh, mom. A woah is an animal. What more do you need to know?
He's been making the cutest face lately- sort of a shy, embarrassed afraid to laugh but just about to explode kind of face. I love it, partially because he looks so much like his aunt Lolo that I almost can't bear it. He is also really into making fart jokes, and will laugh the most genuine laugh if you catch him farting. Foreshadowing of the boy years, no doubt. but very cute, nonetheless.
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