Last night's exchange:
"A cemetary is not a park. I asked dada if the cemetary is a park and he said no, a cemetary is where you put dead bodies under ground. And so it is not a park. It is a cemetary."
Which is interesting- I used to wonder the same thing. In a place where there isn't a lot of grass, New Mexico's federal cemetary is a verdant green year round. I always used to want to go and play on that grass, and I remember being confused by all those white grave markers sticking out of the ground. The lentil drives past this same cemetary every day on his way to montessori school, and he and sweets have been having regular discussions about it. Since I drive a different way, this was the first time I'd heard about their conversations.
The lentil and I are going solo this week. His grampy and Kim are here also, but for the most part it's the little guy and I. And he's been peeing in the potty regularly. It looks like we might give the old potty training a try. We picked out some big boy underwear the other day at Target, and he's eager to give them a spin. We'll see how it goes!
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