"It's in the house," I said as we pulled up to our front door.
"I don-know-how ta see it, Mah-mah," he informed me.
"Well, you have to go inside the door and look in the living room to be able to see it," I explained.
"Oh, Mah-mah."
Then tonight when I was putting him to bed I was reading him a story that had a picture of a flower in it.
"I don-like-dat fow-er, Mah-mah," he furrowed his brow.
"Why not?"
"Can't get it, Mah-mah," he tried picking up the 2-dimensional flower off the flat page.
"You can pick real flowers outside."
He tried picking the flower off the page again, "I don-know how, Mah-mah."
"You can't pick the flower in the book. You have to pretend to pick it," I explained.
"Oh, Mah-mah."
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Oh the things you learn when you've walked this planet for just two and half years!
Even how to drink from a big boy cup (which is one of his favorite things to do).
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