My mom came up Wednesday night to celebrate Paige's birthday with us, and she brought my sweet, rowdy, picky little nephew with her. I cooked dinner for us, with his pickiness in mind, and attempted to make something he would eat. I was so excited to finally come up with a great kid friendly meal...I made him a grilled cheese (since he wouldn't eat the chicken I made...or the green beans...or the rice), so I opened up some of the blue box thinking he'd love his cheese filled supper--and only be slightly constipated from all the cheese. Besides, what kid doesn't like mac and cheese??? Obviously, Zayne!! He politely informed me with a grin on his face, that he didn't like mac and cheese! So, being the awesome example I am, I called him a goofball. Well, he thought it was so funny he laughed his biggest laugh and smiled his goofiest smile EVER!! I guess he'd never heard the word "goofball"!
I tried to get him to tell my mom what I called him, and he wouldn't repeat it at first. He did the same thing with Michael and Paige. Now, Zayne isn't ever shy around me, so I was having a hard time figuring out why he was acting weird, and making me whisper the word in his ear before he said it.
Well, here's why: yesterday evening at his home, he called my step-dad a "do-do ball"! Oh my! Yes, I'm teaching my nephew to have the finest vocabulary of any 3 year old! Leave it to Aunt Jody Gruff...
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