Last week I had a terrible thing happen. It started in the parking lot of the grocery store. I opened the door of the van to get Jared out of his carseat and I stopped dead in my tracks.
My baby is a big boy.
It took my breath away. Bill looked at me like I was nuts. Somehow I made it into the grocery store. So we were shopping along, and Jared sneezed.
I said, "God Bless You."
He said, "Thank You!"
Whaaaaaaaaaat???????????????????
When the heck did my baby talk? I mean, every once in a while I'd get a "mama" or "dada"
but never anything in any context.
So there I was on the verge of tears in the Easter candy aisle.
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