With each passing day, I am more aware of the spunk and spirit that lies beneath the sweet smile in this boy.
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Every day he makes me laugh. And some days he frustrates me. Yet every day I love him more.

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He is talking more and more each day. The following two conversations took place yesterday.

Conversation #1…at the supper table.

Me: “Titus, your sisters said you were mean to the kids at playgroup today. Were you mean?”

Titus: “No. No mean. Rude.”

Hmmm….so very thankful you were just rude and not mean? So much better?!?! Ugh.

Conversation #2…took place at my brother’s house, where Titus behaved more like a crazed maniac than a little boy. I was talking to him about the fact that he had just chucked something across the room.

Me: “Titus, show me your hands.” (he proudly held up his hands) “Who made those hands?”

Titus: “Ummm….God.”

Me: “Yes, God made your hands. How does God want your hands to act?”

Titus: “Mean.”

Me: “No, not mean.” How does God want your hands to act?”

Titus: “Rude.”

Me: (getting frustrated, yet trying not to laugh at the same time) “No!”

Titus: “Nice?”

Me: “Yes, buddy. God wants your hands to be nice.” (and Mommy can’t believe that his conversation actually took place. She’s quite certain she’s not cut out to raise such a spunky monkey!)

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I love you, little buddy!!!!

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