L.J. can count. He always counts to eleven, not ten, eleven. He doesn't like the numbers 2, 12, and 20, so he skips them. He sings twinkle, twinkle little star, Jesus loves me, little red caboose, and just about anything else he hears more than once. He repeats everything! His favorite movie is CARS (he loves Mater). And while I was typing this he unzipped the cushion on the chair and has begun pulling out the stuffing
Funny things I've said or heard around our house:
"Don't body check your sister!" Daddy to L.J.
"Stop biting the furniture!" Mommy to Cissy
"Just because Cissy has learned to crawl does not mean she wants to give you a horsey ride." Mommy to L.J.
"Hey, what's going on here?!?" L.J. to Mommy