Holden talks and talks .... and talks ... and talks .... ALL the time.
He has a comment for everything.
"I don't want it." "This is delisus!" "Peas are ucky." "Beans are ucky." "Poop is ucky." "My tummy hurts." "I'm sorry." "I'll shut the door." "I'll get it." "I can do it." "I keep trying." "Come on momma."
And on, and on.
This is H telling me his version of "cheese."
THEEEZZZZZZ!
-Carmen
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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