Over breakfast one morning:
Moosie, speaking to no one in particular: waybee
Bubba: What?
Moosie, smiling now at Bubba: waybee
Bubba: WHAT?!
Moosie, pointing at his plate: waybee!!!!
Bubba, agitated: "Are you saying gravy? Are you saying gravy?"
Moosie, excited: "YEAH!!!"
Bubba, perturbed: "Mom, I think you need to tell his speech teacher he needs to learn how to say gravy!"
Moosie, singing happily, head bobbing from side to side: waybee! waybee! waybee! waybee...
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I think you have his talking down pat :) That's impressive. I love that Bubba is looking out for his lil bro. -sister
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