So, Zander is now officially 5 years old and 1 day! He is talking so much these days but there are just some words that we still can't figure out. (Remember the bwackfoat?) This morning I died laughing over this one:
Not sure how the conversation got here. . .
Zander: How big is the wightbob?
Me: What, honey?
Zander: How big is the wightbob?
Me: Hmmm, I'm sorry, what?
Zander: How big is the wightbob?
Me: Zander, I'm sorry I don't understand what you are saying.
Zander: Am I too far away?
I still don't understand what he was asking (I think it was about a lightbulb), but I LOVE that he thinks we don't understand him because of his volume or distance to us--not his speech. He makes me laugh everyday!!
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