Another cute story about my kids.
Last night my three-year-old son was walking around naming the colors of everything.
He touches my shirt. “Blue!” he says, and we all say, “That’s right, good boy, etc, etc”.
He touches my daughter’s hair. “Bwown!”
“That’s right, you’re such a smart boy!”
He touches my hair. I’m fully expecting another “Bwown!”
“White!”
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