He climb up stairs.
And then what?
He fall down.
OK.
He fall over. He get owie on his cheek.
Oh no!
He fall down and almost die.
Then what happened?
Horses, horses, horses horses.
* Compiled from several different conversations because a 2-year-old can only ride one train of thought for so long.
3 comments:
Ah the similarities of the very young and your Dad.
Love it. I can hear her little voice saying this stuff!
Horses horses horses horses!
Thank goodness for horses!
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