As of last month, everything has become about poop and everything is poopy, along with lots of giggles.
He's still continues to friend and unfriend people, a trend that started last summer.
He's also becoming aware of the concept of time and that there is a past, his past, but really doesn't know what that means.
So he starts sentences and stories, with "Remember, next time I was a baby..," and then he makes up a story about something when he was a baby that has absolutely no basis in reality.
Remember, next time I was a baby...
....and then he makes up a story
Sent from my iPhone
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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