Turning the lights on and off.
Pulling everything in reach out of the kitchen.
Pretending to read.
Wanting to help.
Singing.
Food. ananas, onse, appe, suice, ilk, aaaa! aaaa! aaaa! (translation: anything sweet)
Hugs and kisses.
Giggles.
Climbing.
Mimiking about anything his sisters do.
Jumping!
I love this age. He can understand me and obey me. When I say, "shut the door", he shuts the door and has a smile that beams how proud he is. If only that would last.....
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